Put Sparklers on my Grave
My calendar’s unmarked
space left for spontaneity,
for unscheduled galas and feasts—
like celebrating the shape of the moon,
the sun’s warmth, the red in evening skies.
Or the purple of bubblegum,
snow falling white on my tongue,
the blue heat of bikini wax.
I’ve worked too much and lived too little,
let words of joy set cold in my mouth.
Dawns deserving attention went unnoticed—
weeks came and went.
If I had my life to live over
I would hold weekdays in high esteem,
let the festivals of Friday happen.
There would be decades of dance
and generations of jubilees.
Words would fall uncensored from my pen.
You could read them fifty years from now—
and know I held fireworks in my hands.
BIO
Molly A. Saty has received awards with publication for many of her free verse poems. She loves helping writers and readers better understand and enjoy contemporary poetry. A member of Washington Poets and the Arizona State Poetry Society, she believes poetry is like music…and spreads a joy of its own. A retired teacher, she presents programs for schools, writing groups and other clubs.