Mariquita En Flores, 1930 Alfredo Ramos Martinez
Season of spit,
watery eyes, and
fevered allergies.
Garish colors on
the usually modest trees.
Teenage rebellion and
afternoon wet dreams.
Spring is pierced earth
and golden, pollen jewelry.
Morning birds squawk
with angst and self-pity.
Younger and dumber,
sunspots on bare bark,
bad skin, but new leaves
lack empathy.
Spring talks back,
thistles and thorns,
and unwanted pregnancies.
The wildflowers flaunt
their full petals,
wag their vulgar tongues;
parade their skinny stems
through hairy lawns.
Bend and poke
precociously til dawn.
The garden is a hotbed
of public affection.
Dewy eyes and,
slimy green;
spring is obscene.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Wonderful! So lively and colourful. A real sense of the coming alive in all its glory and lust.
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Thank you, worms. I wrote this for a contest in spring, and I think the competition really pushes me to pen sometimes. I try to love spring, but it always reeks of adolescence for me.
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Another inspiring piece full of energy and rebirth! 🙂 Beautifully penned for the new season, K ❤
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Thank you, Tom. My love hate relationship with spring comes through here. I saw the first pink blossoms today. Garish and shocking! Here’s to more surprises this spring.
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BLAMMO! I bow before thee.
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Huge grin here. This is an epic comment. Thank you, Ron. I’ll let this one simmer. 😊
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Ditto the last comment!! “golden, pollen jewelry” and so many more gems… geez!!! 🏆🥇
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Thank you, Lia. I really appreciate this. A fun write to welcome spring. It’s arriving whether we want it or not. 💜
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Just read it again. So, so, so good. I sense spring swooning to this. Top lit! 🙏🙏
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closet
cosseted
smooth
segues
seldom happen
cedar smell the scent of moth ballz
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Spring
stored in its chest
Springs free
Antique lace
an heirloom
earthy
sentimentality
sad to find
it doesn’t fit
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What a vivid, intoxicating poem! I absolutely love the imagery, which swept me off into my imagination. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you ever so kindly, Sam. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving me this lovely comment.
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I love this.
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Thank you. 💜
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Oh, I love this! My favorite lines are “Spring is pierced earth
and golden, pollen jewelry.” Love this so much.
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