Spring's Not Real (Late IP: Solstice)

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By agnosticnun

Sun, 28 Jun 2015
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Spring is a sort of wishful thinking,

a door half-open, unable to decide.

 

It lures unwary saplings, then puncturing

welcome with frost, wavers uncertainly

between sluggish winter and something more vital

until solstice puts an end to all that nonsense.

 

Summer sings out exuberant embarrassing fecundity

and could be turns to what is, not

soft dream but cacophony.

 

I'd still prefer the reverie, the half

unfurled promise. But spring's not real.

A maybe, a walking fish

no more a season than an egg is a bird.

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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Very accomplished, I love the slightly jaundiced voice.

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Thanks! Given the spring we had here, hard not to be jaundiced.

Kristi

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

wonderful poem, very much enjoyed. loved 'spring is a sort of wishful thinking', 'puncturing/welcome with frost' and little touches of restrained florid diction are very pretty. a refreshing, different voice and last line is fantastic. :-)

 

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Thanks for reading, and your kind words!

Kristi

Submitted by Di_Hard on

enjoyed this very much, there was a program about Edward Thomas In Pursuit of Spring on the radio yesterday, and this seems to me just as good. "Until solstice puts an end to all that nonsense" is great. Had never thought of summer as being bossy and overbearing :0)

At this time of year I am desperate for Spring. Hope is more powerful a force than contentment maybe?