It's Spring- I Think Poem by Joan Woodbridge

It's Spring- I Think

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"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

Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Spring in the time of Moloch!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 05 March 2020

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"

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Joan Woodbridge 05 March 2020

This is a political poem.

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Jazib Kamalvi 21 August 2019

such a nice piece of work, Joan. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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