Birthday Party

What hard work it is
pretending to be happy
at the birthday party
when there is so much
gaiety and laughter
floating in the air beneath
the colorful balloons.
Your smile is without joy
and you hope that your
stomach will kill those
goddamned butterflies
that are without beauty
or wings that you could
grab hold of to fly away.

DeMaris Gaunt

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

2 thoughts on “Birthday Party

    1. Well, happy birthday! I hope you were able to enjoy the day for the most part, even though this poem was “right on target” for you.

      May 25th is the birthday of my mom AND my 15 year old son. We had a small party, and I was happy to get to see my son (he chose to move in with his dad last summer) but he was very dis-
      communicative and rude to me, which crushed me since I have such limited quality time with him. I know it’s him and not me (those moody teenage years!) but it was hard to handle while I tried to act unaffected for the sake of the other guests.


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