Some folk like spring to
Grow up and spread out
Others like a rose in coil
First love dripping red blood
Others ripe and rotted, then
Falling dead in winter’s SAD
If this holds true then you’re on
Your own to wrestle a seasonal funk
Feeling down and out
Every single day
Those bastards ride your back into
The night, then spiral into your dreams
Feeling hopeless-or a blocked solar plexus
Winded energy. Oak trees. Can’t snap back
A scrumptious meal to feast, yet
Isn’t convincing to rouse your taste
Difficulty concentrating, senses changing,
Yet inconsistent to cognize truth
In my wake; same time dreaming
Transiting from winter to a summer mind
I just as well start here- -
Half way covered, I do tell!
In a mini-summer-dress
Showing off my thighs
Before the vision: I’d tossed out
My flip flops, slipped on toe-less
Bareback Birkenstock
Way before all this happened:
Filled our bellies with juicy berries
Then shared an unripe cherry
Leaving a seed after which was planted
That bore a bub and fragrant flower
Awaken. I took a long ride to the beach
Shed my dress and permission
My feet to caress the shoreline
Though introvert. I stepped outside.
My scant bikini must’ve caught his eyes
Had to step aside lest we collide
All along on Sandy Shore
Conjured nerves of steel
Plunged into the ebbing tides.
July 23,2015- finished August 1st
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem