"What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? " "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg
The season frazzles
insanely
swinging recklessly between
tranquility and turbulence
forgetting herself
spring loses her mind
delivering a wintry waste
even as the undaunted snowdrops
push their cthonic heads
from the cold earth
striving toward sunlight and air
Yet hasn't this always been so?
The inconstancy of Spring?
What separates this one
from 86 or so others?
It must be the climate -
and I don't mean the weather.
May 2018
such a nice piece of work, Joan. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like to read this as just about spring ESP the part about the imagery you capture of snowdrops pushing through despite the weather. Yet this is sublimely about political climate which is also awesome. Kudos. s Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too, maybe you will enjoy it, titled, " pink mania inking"