The Impetuous Child (Early Spring) Poem by Zyw Zywa

The Impetuous Child (Early Spring)



Old people stiffen
They eat less and less
That's the beginning

of their end, but I want to go ahead
I crawl and waddle until I can run
and in the meantime I do magic
and grow myself taller

I am impetuous, at least
in the desires that bud
from my soul
regardless of season

There is a hungry growth blazing
in me, I eat to keep on
eating, there is so much
to reach to, I jump

and I eat, I live

Friday, March 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,youth,spring
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
1. Toddler & Infant 2. Being born in early spring --- Tarot: the Fool & the Magician & Wheel of Fortune --- Collection 'The drama'
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