Born in the Fifties (In June)–Friday Flash 55
Born in the Fifties (In June)
Important to pirouette
a squeezed radius, cinch waist.
June made fitting include favoriting
pearls/roses, merchant-determined
birth flower/stone–
what people were supposed to give you
special; what you were supposed to be
special–
Impossible to imagine either
born of grit; harder
to push from
shell/bud/whorl
into dirt freshness, taking
deep breadths.
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Here’s an almost belated draftish sort of poem for the G-Man –go tell him so he believes I made it in time–and also for a prompt of Kerry O’Connor on With Real Toads to write about the language of flowers.
Tags: birth flowers, fitting in poem, fresh breadth, Friday Flash 55, manicddaily, never one on birth stones, Poem about being born in 55s
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ManicDDaily 
October 25, 2013 at 10:20 pm
Karin, I can say this, YOU are the special one here. Thank You for going above the call of duty to offer your masterful musings.
Loved your SPECIAL 55
I really appreciate you and your fantastic support . Have a Kick Ass Week End. And get some rest!!
October 25, 2013 at 10:26 pm
Ha! You are very welcome, Galen.
October 26, 2013 at 3:05 am
Actually, the title says it all, I’m right there with you (July!). Ohhh, what we were supposed to be and have and give. Yours was worth waiting for.
October 26, 2013 at 3:19 am
love how you give her a voice here.. breaking through into freshness and beauty… nature can learn us some precious lessons..
October 26, 2013 at 5:40 am
I was also born in June, though it was 1960, and on the date that Psycho was released. Hence my screen name, Wanda Psycho!
October 26, 2013 at 8:53 am
sometimes it is hard to see we are special…especially depending on the circumstances we were born in to…sometimes easier said than believed…it takes time…
October 26, 2013 at 9:14 am
You are right. I didn’t really mean a comment on specialness so much as on the weight accorded the birth flower/ stones in a hallmark card way– how it was. Thanks. Hope all okay, Brian.
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October 26, 2013 at 11:50 am
Oh I remember those days, with the meanings of flowers and gems, the days of sweater sets and pleated skirts (does one see those any more?) Cool poem!
October 26, 2013 at 6:20 pm
June is a wonderful month to be born, even in the fifties, which were not my favorite era–love the reference to birthstones and shirtwaist dresses(and girdles from hell) and the kind of proto-consumerism that is still relatively innocent, as we were allowed to be. In jr high, peter pan collars and gold circle pins were de rigeur, and young ladies did NOT paint their fingernails, unless it was clear or pale pale pink, like your half-open rose. Only sailors had tattoos, and only men were sailors, and only girls had ear rings…people today probably can’t understand from the campy preserved film and pictures anything of what it was like…but this poem does. I especially love the word play on breadths…
October 26, 2013 at 9:39 pm
Thanks. No, I think people romanticize these ages. k.