"The Birthday of Plato Celebrated in the Villa di Careggi" by Lorenzo the Magnificent‘Poem for a Birthday’ and Other Poetry by Sally Cook The Society June 28, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 6 Comments Poem for a Birthday Say that the year is round, and on its top March lighted candles in concentric rows. They drip their wax, which hardens on the heart As birthdays pass, and most of us suppose That all we ask is just some time to stop, Regroup, remit the past, revere a rose. A natal day is just the place you start To win or lose, to plow through winter snows. Over the curve the candles move, then drop Down, as the winds of time bring to a close Each sturdy, hopeful wish within the heart. More light recedes, and all our wisdom grows. Celebration of the Past A moment in the sweetness of the night When partners waltzed upon a wide verandah, To scratchy records played. Soft evening light Made silhouettes of swaying figures, as a Calm air enveloped towering, rustling trees, Which offered landing space to birds who, resting Watched over dancers circling there with ease; While certainty surrounded, manifesting. A Cat A cat is soft, his whiskers stand Like saplings on uneven land, Where two large furred and tented ears — Those vehicles through which he hears – Triangular in shape, are pitched, Though often he seems quite bewitched By things that we don’t know we say, Which he interprets every day. His long, striped sweater ends in paws That hold a set of ivory claws Designed to slash, although he won’t Unsheathe these weapons, if I don’t Disturb his rest. To no avail Do I find reasons for his tail. A former Wilbur Fellow and six-time Pushcart nominee, Sally Cook is a regular contributor to National Review, and has appeared in venues as varied as Chronicles, Lighten Up On Line, and TRINACRIA. Also a painter, her present works in the style known as Magic Realism are represented in national collections such as the N.S.D.A.R. Museum in Washington, D.C. and The Burchfield-Penney, Buffalo, NY. Related Post ‘Lullaby’ by Kim Cherub Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin; Angelic face; wild chimp within. It does not matter; sleep awhile As soft mirth tickles forth a smile. Gray ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 6 Responses Amy Foreman June 28, 2017 “Poem for a Birthday” is very well-written. Beautiful. Reply William Ruleman June 28, 2017 Indeed, these are all lovely poems. Reply Father Richard Libby June 28, 2017 To my fellow contest-winner: congratulations on these well done poems! Reply James Sale June 30, 2017 Beautiful poems. The last line of ‘More light recedes, and all our wisdom grows.’ has a haunting quality and a certain pathos too. And as for the cat poem, well, that made me laugh out loud: yes, that is a cat! Reply Sally Cook July 1, 2017 So glad you laughed at the “Cat Tale.” So often people forget that there is humor in some poems, and that it is ok to laugh when you see it. Thanks also for your appreciation of my work. Reply David Watt July 5, 2017 Your description of the cat is enjoyable to read, both for its accuracy and clever construction. “Poem for a Birthday” beautifully describes a birthday using the appropriate medium of a cake. Food for thought indeed! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.