Spring is Obscene

It’s the last week of spring and time to repost one of my favorites commemorating the season. I will be traveling this upcoming week, but popping by to read and post whenever inspiration splashes me. Cheers to spring being over and summer taking over. ~Katie F.

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.

Indigo De Souza “Younger & Dumber”

Cover Art: Mariquita En Flores, 1930 Alfredo Ramos Martinez

22 responses to “Spring is Obscene”

abigfatcanofworms

Wonderful! So lively and colourful. A real sense of the coming alive in all its glory and lust.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  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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2. MiamiMagus
  
  agree 100%
  
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Tom

Another inspiring piece full of energy and rebirth! 🙂 Beautifully penned for the new season, K ❤

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1. K.Hartless
  
  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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Ron.

BLAMMO! I bow before thee.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Huge grin here. This is an epic comment. Thank you, Ron. I’ll let this one simmer. 😊
  
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Lia

Ditto the last comment!! “golden, pollen jewelry” and so many more gems… geez!!! 🏆🥇

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1. K.Hartless
  
  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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  1. Lia
    
    Just read it again. So, so, so good. I sense spring swooning to this. Top lit! 🙏🙏
    
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utahan15

closet
cosseted
smooth
segues
seldom happen
cedar smell the scent of moth ballz

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Spring
  stored in its chest
  Springs free
  Antique lace
  an heirloom
  earthy
  sentimentality
  sad to find
  it doesn’t fit
  
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Samantha Burgett

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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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you ever so kindly, Sam. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving me this lovely comment.
  
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Nicole Smith

I love this.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you. 💜
  
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Bridgette

Oh, I love this! My favorite lines are “Spring is pierced earth
and golden, pollen jewelry.” Love this so much.

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Melissa Lemay

Love it. Especially “Spring is pierced earth
and golden, pollen jewelry.”

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, Melissa. I’ve been so crushed with end-of-year teacher stuff and as a consequence, such a bad blogger. I’m so grateful for summer and a chance to play. I really need it.💜
  
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  1. Melissa Lemay
    
    I hope you enjoy it immensely!
    
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johnlmalone

with a title like this, the poem grabs your attention — and never loses it; it fizzes with energy and anatomical references; great fun — one of your best @!!!

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Ordinary Person

I love this 🙂 It’s a different take on spring. Instead of portraying it as a season of dreams fulfilled and peace (like poets normally do), you’ve painted it as a season of vulgarity and debauchery; garish coloured trees and morning birds squawking with self-pity. Really well written!

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