First Day of Spring

Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by AnneTheresa, Mar 21, 2006.

  1. AnneTheresa

    AnneTheresa Member

    Hello friends. I hope this day finds you well and looking toward the nicer weather. You all mean a lot to me and so I'd like to share a favourite poem, hoping to bring a smile to your face. God bless, a.t.

    Here is Lynne McMahon's poem "Spring."

    We begin now our interior life, the life
    of the mind, I'm tempted to say, but
    really we're driven in
    by the flowering plum, the lilac,

    the early April greens sending their brilliant
    toxins to flame and stagger over the delicate
    sclera of the eye, to sheet
    like tearing silk down the throat

    swanned in an arch to clear a breathing
    space, now that breathing's a conscious thing.
    We swell and dwindle
    on a histamine tide,

    the bone bowl around a sea that hesitates
    to finally overtake us, though it drives out
    or subsumes nearly everything,
    obligations and errands,

    the small spiny creatures of the day.
    Not that we're ungrateful
    for these walled-in glooms and
    filtering machines, the pharmacopeia

    of everyday life that allows us
    some measure of perception. We can see
    in fact that our debility
    is minor, perhaps even a privilege,

    a god's eye warding off tubercles
    and metastasis- a seasonal and temporary
    strangulation whose recurrence
    we can count on

    as on little else in the world, a little luck
    choking and stinging its way into our heads
    where the welcome lies
    disguised as tears.