A Hearty Rejoice

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The first day of his life on earth began,
when a spark of magic from his soul ran
out from under his feet, and what a joy it was
to be lifted away from the quicksand of defeat.
his eyes fixated in a state of bewilderment,
as the mirror looked up at him from the palm of
his hand.

Just as the leaves kiss the ground, in one of the 
sweetest, yes, the sweetest sounds.
So was the sound of the lengths of his hair, falling
from the clippers, surrendering to the air.
his frown now a coastal smile,
as the mirror looked up at him from the palm of
his hand.

Soon he exclaimed to the heavens a hearty rejoice,
that it wasn’t long before baritone is what
would become of his voice, and love would see
him through, past the windows of blue, 
a new chest, like that of a flatland,
a garden on his chin, and,

oh how one could imagine the feeling
like the lotus flower unveiling its
petals for the very first time, or
like the rain that’s been falling and
now finally giving up the battle, to give way for
the sun to shine again. For the sun to shine again,

to wear courage like a cloak and be oneself,
after what seemed like forever and
then some of wanting to be almost
anything else.
the courage drifts through the air, like melodies from
a hummingbird, playing softly in your ear;

gone away are the tears,
gone away are the fears
and as a mantra, they say
done away, done away,
done away, done away.

The first day of his life on earth began
when a touch of magic from his heart ran
upwards to his mind, creating a light divine.
what a cathartic release, to break free from misery and
for his whole being to play double dutch with the universe,
as the angels look on, unified in song,
‘My, how proud we are of that man.’


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Katie Gantt · ago
On the third read, the one I just did out loud, I think this is about a woman changing her identity to a man. Sorry, I don't know the politically correct term for that.
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Katie Gantt · ago
I enjoy the cadence of this poem. As much as I enjoyed deciphering the meaning, I enjoyed figuring out how to read it the way the poet meant for it to be read. In fact, I am about to go back and read it aloud with attention to punctuation and line-breaks. Regarding meaning, I interpret this to be about someone is being "born-again" or who has perhaps had an awakening.
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A. Siegelster · ago
The way you slip in a subtle rhyme scheme is very clever, and I enjoyed reading the rhythm of your poem very much. I'd love to see more!
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Rich Soos · ago
Glad to see poems living in cool places =:-)

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