Birthday dawns
red and yawns
with sorrow.
The drooped acrobat, wracked
with arthritis, is now relegated
to mending leotards and
tossing livers to the big cats.
Shay is the host of Shay’s Word Garden Word List. Shay says:
This week’s list is taken from two of Gregory Corso’s volumes: Gasoline and the Happy Birthday of Death. I really hope that you enjoy the list and that it spurs your creativity.
What we do here is this: write a poem using at least 3 of the twenty words on the following list. Your poem need not have anything to do with Corso except for the three(or more) words. The list is a springboard. Then just link, visit, comment. Prompt stays “live” through Friday. And now, without further ado, your list:
acrobat
beauty
birthday
bones
eat
Egyptian
engines
erupt
fierce
ghost
glorious
nuns
ocean
Rimbaud
sorrow
steal
tv
weather
wig
yawns
Tao Talk 
I suppose age isn’t your friend when you’re a circus acrobat!
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You are so right. I feel bad for an arthritic acrobat. Once the star and now…
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Oh my, I am coming close to the “mending leotards” stage of life .. which I would do, tossing livers not so much. A clever use of those words, Lisa. Loved it!
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Helen, happy you enjoyed the poem, thank you ❤
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I can relate to the drooping and arthritis for sure. A wonderful poem Lisa,! You used the words amazingly.
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Carrie, thank you. I enjoyed having so many good words to choose from.
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This is such a moving poem Li. Aging can have consequences for people they hadn’t foresaw.
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Sadje, thank you for your thoughtful comment. Too true.
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You’re welcome my friend
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Aiy yai yai! You’re playing my tune, Lisa. You juggled those notes just right. Ouch. (Loved it!)
Pax,
Dora
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lol Dora, thanks much, glad you enjoyed 🙂
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What a perfectly compact narrative! Saying so much with so few words. I love the images, especially how it ends ☀️👌
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Many thanks for reading and commenting, Sunra 🙂
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You are most welcome, Lisa ☀️
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A very deft tumble of words, full of being human. The time comes to us all when birthdays are not really a matter for celebration any more, alas. I love the pic you chose here as well–it suits this very fully flavored poem which does so much in so few words.
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Joy, thank you for your wonderful comment.
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