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Happy Birthday Blog

Today Christine Bakke pointed out to me that my blog will turn four years old this month (May 25th to be exact when I posted my first entry as a virgin blogger.) I originally only planned on posting poetry, but turned to prose at some point.

To commemorate the upcoming birthday, I will post a poem, a love poem at that. (But that is all you get--love poems are intimate affairs).

Kisses,
Not stolen,
Freely given—freely received,
Stored in bulk,
Easily accessible day and night.

Uncovered,
the smooth glass jar,
(Larger than our two heads lying on the same pillow as we speak truth with our eyes,)
Contains our love.

Take what you need, what you want,
Whenever,
Day or night.

Take a pinch or a heaping scoopful.
Take,
Eat,
Drink.

You cannot steal what is already yours.



Also to celebrate I want to share the following poem, A Joyful Occasion by Seth. Seth is a trans man with a Mormon background. Of the poem Seth says,
This is a stychomythic poem where two poems are read independently and then together by alternating lines. There is no video, because I didn't want to distract from the poem itself.

In poem Seth states,"I almost lost myself endeavoring for a life that did not fit for me."



hat tip to Jayna.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Lovely poem Peterson!!

I love your blog. I like hearing about where you have been and what you are up to (mainly because I am a nosy cow), but I always learn something new :)

Big love.
Anonymous said…
Peterson, you promised not to share the poem you wrote to me to anyone else.

{sigh}
Anonymous said…
Congratulation to blogging like crazy for so long! :)

Love the poetry. I hope you keep them coming.

Nice to find Seth. A trans man with three kids and a religious past. Where have I heard that before...? :)

I wish I had all the money in the world and some time left over to come and see you, that lovely auntie and every thing else that country has to offer.

But as a transman with a job I have no right to complain. :D

alex. resare
paul said…
I have to admit, I'm not usually one for poetry (can I still be gay?), but I really liked that one It embraced pieces of me that don't often get touched.

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