A Seventeenth Birthday

April 14, 2012
The mounds of white, pale frosting and I?
Engaged in a staring contest.
I traced the folds of purity
And the round corners of divinity,
With my vision.
My eyes twitched endlessly,
But I refused to relent.
My brows furrowed in puzzlement
As I focused on the splashes of red?
Molded in the shape of roses,
Decorating the two story cake.
Finally, I diverted my eyes
And focused on the candles.
An unorganized arrangement of seventeen.
Five blue, Five green
One yellow, and six pink.
I stood atop the yellow,
My mind wishing with angst.
Wishing for happiness and clarity
And love and adventures
A custom at seventeen.
And as I wished, ?
Tuning out the sounds of cheers and laughter,
I watched the flames wave in response.
Counting to ten,
I softly gave the candles permission
?To bid us farewell.
Their job was done.
All was swell.

I turned to the small crowd,
Of relatives and friends, mind you.?
And sadly smiled
Spoon feeding their craving for approval.?
And as I turned to go,?
I saw,?
Out of the corner of my eye,?
The yellow candle flickering in the darkness.

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Melissa6453 said...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 8:51 pm
Every time I post my poems, it adds random question marks. There aren't supposed to be any. Does anyone know how to fix this?
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