each branch swells a tight new tooth /
the whole bush / ABOUT TO BURST
and only a fly hangs around
something that thrives on seeing / taps inside my skull —
Oh baby baby it whispers / screw the lid as tight as you can
I’ll worm through the threads / find a way out of your jar
my lungs exhale my want / why not
one more seeing / what appears
I stop / study the buds’ tiny fists
and SPRING which now is running amuck
rear-ends my concentration / BANG!
everywhere / now / I see
streaks of red in vegetable veins and baby green
I see / there’s no stopping love / there’s no stopping love / gone/ wild
poem and photograph by Jo Mariner
There is nothing else to say other than I really like that poem – the way you identify with the tiniest, usually inconsequential things, to the majority of people, with regards to nature. I have only read it once so far, but look forward to reading it again. It sparks off a lot of thoughts . Maybe some you intended and others not.
thanks Barbara. It’s happening NOW isn’t it ? wonderful time. Jo
Hi Jo! As you will see from my comment, I really like and can relate to this poem. Don’t want to sound like a teacher, but well done! Love, B xx
A lovely description of everything bursting in Spring,and how it makes us feel when we notice:” There’s no stopping love/there’s no stopping love ” !
Thanks Morag.Hope you’re feeling ok… L. Jo