My sixtieth birthday

I saw my sixtieth birthday fall
into dark water-ring destruction
where gulls and storms install
their constant introduction.

No herons ascend, nor heave
with wet feather memory
of years I've had to leave
just to continue my history.

Access is gained by goodbye,
swirling years of serendipity,
by the falling birds of why
and the rest of all lost veracity.

Sixty years of passing by
chapels, graves gone and who
is left behind to fly;
it's but me, a midnight crow.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-08-18 at 23:04

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Beautifully crafted, as is all of your work. Happy belated birthday and many, many more.
2010-01-01


davon montgomery
SO NICE
2009-12-10


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Happy Birthday Bob...good poem

You're a lucky guy...I can't even remember when I was 60

Stam
2009-08-19


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Happy birth ,Bob , I prefer hellos as that word is an invite.

All the best , ken
2009-08-18


Rob Graber
Happy birthday to you,
From a nearly-"midnight crow"!
2009-08-18