surf lovers always
high season in hawaii
waxed hair slim bodies
I've come from hurt
and the future seems uncertain
and that really scares me
Cause I'm afraid I'll be walking right into hurt
I've come from betrayal
and I'm still getting over that
and what really scares me
Is I can't stop it from ever happening again
I've come from a place of pain
that I've toughened so much
It scares me that I might never get to feel
Cause I've had to make myself numb to get by
I've come from a point of emptiness
that it's so easy for me to push away people
Cause they weren't there when I was going through it all
So what's the point of having them in my high season
I've come from darkness
The vast world of lost souls
And I think I lost my soul there
Cause ever since, no one stays long in my life
The PO£T
Upon my bare bent boughs, the blossoms itch,
‘Tis the high season when pollen count rises,
So much better when I wore not a stitch,
Now one's nerve jumps at nasal surprises
Humans emerge from their winter abode,
In awe of the plush panoramic rush,
Foregoing instinctual rambling code,
Flora slowly chokes below feet that crush
A summit of Bards I steadfast embark,
Beneath acrid acidic fall of rain,
Mini Beasts vie to bite deep through my bark,
As strained soil struggles to feed its gaunt grain
We ponder, Is Spring not all it may seem?
Spring with wise Sapiens would be a dream.
Date: 19 February 2023
Spring is not all Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Nail clipped waxing moon
Tarmacadam cooling
Chirping birds retire
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