Maria Magdalena Biela


Dot The I - Poem by Maria Magdalena Biela

It is your birthday. I wish you well.
In my humble soul you will always dwell.
I dried my memories, I answered my ”why”
With my silence I dot the i.

What is a birthday? Joy or a tear?
A day to wait or to hate year by year?
A day to be happy? A day to cry?
With my silence I dot the i.

My birthdays are simple and easy to pass.
I don’t count my wrinkles, I consider it crass.
I count past birthdays and I bid them goodbye.
With my silence I dot the i.

How are you dear? Did you grow old?
Amongst my thoughts I thee behold.
I’d like to caress you, to fix your tie.
With my silence I dot the i.

I know you’re lonely. I’ve planted my seeds.
You have your science. I have my deeds.
I remember you being brilliant and shy.
With my silence I dot the i.

Happy another birthday, my faraway dear,
champagne cheers from my heart also this year!
I promise to do so till the day I’ll die.
With my silence I dot the i.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem for my faraway friend's birthday.

Comments about Dot The I by Maria Magdalena Biela

  • Gold Star - 13,783 Points Daniel Brick (2/8/2015 10:52:00 AM)

    What a heartfelt poem. This is a celebration not just of a birthday but something much larger which contains the custom of birthday celebration. What is that larger thing, that context I feel surrounding the poem? I cannot find the words at this moment. Let me just say, John Donne in one of his poetic sermons said No man is an island, a continent unto himself. This poem expresses such positive emotions about friendship conquering time and space that we intuitively know why no human being is an island. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 33,507 Points Fabrizio Frosini (1/16/2015 3:31:00 PM)

    Happy another birthday, my faraway dear,
    champagne cheers from my heart also this year!

    ma questi tuoi versi sono proprio le parole giuste da rivolgere a te fra meno di 2 ore.. ;) yep, just the right words also for you.. in 1 and a half hour.. *


    * it's 22: 30 in Italy.. fra 1 ora e mezzo sarà il 17 Gennaio...

    BUON COMPLEANNO, cara Magda! ! :) (Report) Reply

    Freshman - 871 Points Magdalena Biela (1/17/2015 3:07:00 AM)

    Grazie mille per i vostri desideri! A volte le parole sono senza parole. Magdalena.

  • Rookie Louis Cordoba (3/21/2014 1:13:00 AM)

    I don't know who is the muse of this wonderful poem, but if I were him, I would definitely consider myself the happiest man on this Earth. I confess that I felt the depths of somehow hidden love / friendship regrets, memories, sadness, while reading this poem. Maddalena has this innocent power to express deep feelings through very simple words and images. I felt a tear in my soul, also. I wish I were that man... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 23, 2014


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