Mon 16 Apr 2018
Poetry project, phase two, week five: spring
Posted by PJ under poetry, poetry project, spring
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Poetry is not personal.
And so, the spring!
Green grass, fog, blossoms,
the daffodils headless
after the gardener passed through.
Birdsong, God yes, birdsong,
morning, noon, twilight,
even a damned nightingale
passing through on its way
from point A to points farther north.
The crack of the bat,
the smell of the crowd,
young bodies turning to fancy,
fancy bodies turning to fever.
Bleating lambs with gay
red X’s spray painted on their coats,
and orange tags stapled to their ears,
frolicking and jumping while
they still have a chance
to be something more than chops.
And so, the spring!
(Nothing personal.)
*For the poetry project, phase one go here.
*For a definition of Phase 2, go here.
*To see all the poems in one place go here.
