And I was born on Friday ( Archived) (15)

Dark morning of the solstice
rings in the new year
of my life, soft rain
a harbinger of growth,
of new beginnings;
scents of the unknown
rising like the promise
of tomorrows
which never come
but change
to all the yesterdays
I have lived through,
playing silent anthems
as they swirl through
space and time,
continuum of living
so little understood
we die from it
not knowing how to hold still
in the moment and enjoy it
to the full.
My birth has grown
into a lifetime, touching
others here and there
with sorrow, joy, and sadness;
lighting flames of passion, anger
even madness in my wake,
and I have wept an ocean
laughed a carillon of bells
spoken sweet seduction
in the night, the afternoon
and mornings that I searched
for love outside my skin.
I have not found you yet
although I see your shadow
in a word, a smile, a moment
when my eyes meet drowning blue,
cool grey or warm dark chocolate
that seems to recognize the hills,
the valleys of my soul,
a Friday’s child with solstice
wildness dancing in her veins.



Good morning, all.

Happy birthday Solitarius, I seem to remember you saying this is your day as well.

Happy Birthday, dear lady....your poems are wonderful

Good Morning, Marina!

The Solstice is at 1:08 am EST tomorrow morning.

We are heading toward more daily light and SPRING

and many more