Wednesday, April 18, 2012


I didn't have a post last night, I was working on my Trifecta entry. The term this week is "observe", using the third definition which is to celebrate or solemnize an occasion (that's obviously a paraphrase, you can find the actual definition on Trifecta's page).

I'm feeling a bit narcissistic and instead of creating a fictitious poem or short story I'm writing about my upcoming birthday. Last night I made quite a few starts but they all sounded depressing or depressing, none of them seemed to fit a poem-not without cheesy rhymes (who hasn't seen some variation of the dirty/flirty/thirty combo on a "For Her" birthday card before?). Tonight I started over and began with a lame paragraph that fit the requirements but certainly didn't please me, then out of nowhere this came to me:

The edge of thirty approaches,
How crazy anxious
I am becoming,
Random failed feats are finding me.
This day I no longer want to observe
Yells: "only a few short days left to go."

It's still a bit depressing, maybe a tad cheesy, but trust me-it is way better than what I could've posted! I don't know why I didn't think of spelling thirty vertically sooner, it made a huge difference in my thinking process tonight.

Thanks for reading :)


  1. What a great idea, this acrostic poem! How clever. If it's any consolation to you, I'm almost a whole decade ahead of you. I need to make myself an acrostic poem for FORTY next year. Boo.

  2. I salute you on achieving 30 :) and in the acrostic poem as well. Brava.

    Next year when I light my candles I will be celebrating my fave number (incidentally to your 30 my number is 3) in a multiplicity of ways - as I will be 63 in January. A number divisible by 3 equaling that all important milestone of 21. Hmmmmmm divisible again by 3 to equal 7 . . . which in dog years is . . .

    all that to say - love your poem - enjoy your birthday and as my wise, aged, long gone gramma used to say "Never mind, some day you're be old and THEN you'll see." :)

  3. Awesome! I love it. Hope your birthday is fun! Thirty is a fun time...(I am 45....50 is coming...)

  4. Sounds like you and Trifecta editor Lisa share the same opinion about birthdays. I actually really liked the razor sharp edges in the poem - like your birthday was raining punishment on you, like a broken bone mended poorly.

  5. Thirty is the best, yo. You're going to love it!

  6. Well done. And I especially love this alliterative line: "Random failed feats are finding me."

  7. Doesn't sound at all cheesy to me. I've always hung around with an older crew so I'm always delighted to be one year older. The trouble is, they all seem to be getting older too. I loved this poem and whatever re-writes you had to do were worth it. Thanks for linking up.