Spring Green in Me
As the new season begins, change is inevitable. The Crying Crustacean shares three spring time poems created over the last few months and years that aide in the new shifts the season brings.
Spring Green in Me
Maybe I know why they sent women to the sea
Perhaps to rid them of their crises
and trust me I would stay
Prescribed 40 days 40 nights
to come back to my body
Bring me to the water
whenever I’m feining for change
Let me dissipate
deep into foamed waves
Fizzing into the mouth of an otter
and spat back out
into the quick current
Becoming nothing and everything
You’ll find me clawing my way back
Sopping and hoping
if not a god, if not the sea,
Spring green
Will you finally free me?
No Vacancy
What do you do when all the love
around you is taken?
No vacancy!
Just a motel sign flashing red
“You’re the last one out here”
No water for miles ahead
no other breath to overlap
just passing by— Nomad state of mind
The last time was too naive
I thought there was more to see
One foot in, one foot out
No vacancy!
So I gave back my key
checked out gently
The light blinking behind me
Just as quickly a permanent tenant
settles in fresh linens
Someone who fit right in
Now I’m miles ahead
yet somehow still treading behind
No vacancy most of the time
I’ll keep trotting along
pedal on the gas
Or maybe I’ll return
to the cross that burns
bright up on the hillside
Maybe he’ll show me mercy?
Show me the flashing signs!
Show me a place my heart
can finally reside.
Alive & Breathing
My hair is long enough
to caress my back
My eyes water
in the morning light
as trees drip of sap
Outgrown roots soak
in newly potted soil
Blue nails chipped
while pollen begins to fly
Spring rises and so do I
The last of the cold nights
kiss me goodbye
Cotton pleated sheets
slither its way between
me and my mind
My hair has been brushed
one hundred times
I’ve kept my head up
with green ribbon ties
Spring rises and so do I
This time I feel the buzz
of what’s living in me
It is tearing through bone
It is alive & breathing
It will be in no time
As the flora comes alive, so do I
Finally I feel the sun kiss my cheek
while the cats graze my knee
Spring forever remain
alive & breathing.