So it's a bright sunny day, still chilly, but you can feel spring in the air all around and that does something to people, especially after such a dreary winter. So what do you do on such a fine long-awaited spring day?
Write elegiac poems.
Why?
Because I'm twisted, that's why. Oh, that and the fact that I'm running a fever and going practically hallucinatory on pain killers, which could at least have something to do with it.
The ultimate ungraspable (I)
Too much, too soon
their ends met
and I lack soil
for my dead.
Spring lulls drowsy memories
washed ashore by time's tempest
a summer when all things green
sprung up in mutiny
and froze
drawing blood from July's unmarred face
skin-deep crimson waves retreating
revealed nothing but
a wasteland of barren branches
humming elegiac lullabies
I lay you down to sleep
yours shall be
forever autumn
in me
