I can hardly believe it, but my 63rd birthday is just around the corner. To be honest, I’ve been sitting with that number for a few days, letting it settle. In a world that’s always telling us to stay “sharp” or “tough,” reaching sixty-three feels a little different. It feels… gentler.
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Periodically, on Poetry Pop, you will see a Zen Pop blog post. These posts are my way of sharing on a personal level and giving you a bit of poetic encouragement while traversing this beautiful (and often challenging) thing we call life.
Todday
Today is my birthday, and on this day it’s a tradition here on Poetry Pop to share my birthday acrostic poem to celebrate all birthdays in the coming year.
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Today would have been my dad’s 85th birthday. He was a lifelong falconer, so it seemed fitting that a hawk chose the day Dad passed away to circle the sky above me in grand, sweeping loops as it sang to the sky. It felt as if my dad finally had his wings and was saying goodbye. Four years later, I still think of my dad when I see a bird of prey (I’m sure I always will). I wrote this haiku in remembrance of him. Happy Birthday, Dad, from your chickadee.
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Today is my Birthday. I’m at that point where I’m far from young, but I’m not quite old (unless you ask my children). And although I curse the wrinkles and reading glasses, I embrace aging as I know it’s a privilege denied to many. So today, in honor of birthdays, I’m resharing this acrostic poem. Happy 2022 Birthday to all my readers and lovers of poetry!
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You know Mother Goose writes in rhyme, but do you know her characters are poets too? Welcome to week ten of my Letters to Mother Goose poetry series! Join me today and all summer long as I share my series of poems (one each week) written to Mother Goose by the characters she created in response to her wish upon a star:
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I had a birthday this week. I’m at that point where I’m far from young, but I’m not quite old (unless you ask my kids 🙂 ) And although I curse the wrinkles, aches, and pains, I am trying to embrace aging as I know it’s a privilege denied to many. So today, in honor of my birthday, I’ve written an acrostic poem.
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