Memories Of Spring Poem by Blake Nox Gama

I've been taught in early spring
The melodies pounding
Inside my flesh should
Not be allowed to sing and shine, they would
Bring blood, chaos and demise
Tsunami and tornadoes; it took me a while to realize
That set in stone is not right
And darkness is the one that can bring forth light.
It took me all the way ‘til summer
Not to shrink and shriek when I heard the music,
Not to cover my ears and close my eyes, bad manners
Cultivated early, an anti-natural reflex which made me sick.
But now it's full summer and spring is a memory
In black and white and silence of a time I could not see beauty.