An open letter to Spring

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“One can live without having survived.” Carolyn Forche

Tear out my guts
and leave me in a pool
of despair,
above the moon’s raging
in the dark as society sheds
tears of blood.

To what purpose, crocus,
do you come late into flower
when destruction’s left
behind bones and cartilage?

When you look into my
eyes do you see a crushed soul?
Do you see me waging a battle
as old as time?

You see one can go on
without remaining alive, tossing
hope into garbage under the
fierce blue sky, we utter not groan
nor do we turn and sigh.

 

Photo credits: Pixabay

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

26 thoughts on “An open letter to Spring

  1. Kerry says:

    I love the question which the speaker poses to the crocus. It is so emblematic of the human condition. A fine piece of writing, Sanaa.

  2. Ellecee says:

    I find this so sad but unfortunately true. for some.I especially relate to your last stanza. Thank goodness the crocus does flower despite our pain. 🙂

  3. Vivian Zems says:

    A passionate lament! I love how raw it is. ..especially this stanza:

    To what purpose, crocus,
    do you come late into flower
    when destruction’s left
    behind bones and cartilage?

  4. Paul Scribbles says:

    Crocus is a poisonous flower ( to some animals I think) so perhaps that is why it comes when it does? Fed and birthed by death?

  5. Kim M. Russell says:

    I love this question stanza, Sanaa:
    ‘To what purpose, crocus,
    do you come late into flower
    when destruction’s left
    behind bones and cartilage?’
    I also love the lines:
    ‘You see one can go on
    without remaining alive, tossing
    hope into garbage…’

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