Inspiration for ‘SPRING has SPRUNG’
Anything can inspire a poem. “SPRING has SPRUNG” was inspired by my need to write about April’s holidays and events for a marketing email campaign on behalf of a real estate broker. It really is a rather captivating month whether one is religious or a jester at heart. As does life, the poem did not evolve in a predictable manner because the results were greatly influenced by 3 things: (1) the fog and rain threatening March 20, 2017 which was the 1st day of spring (2) my best man friend leaving on an extended business trip (3) a decades long female friend’s special event.
Surprised by my friend’s announcement of an April 1st birthday party with details to follow, I knew it was a joke because her birthday is in February. Not really believing her when she swore it was not an April Fools Day stunt, I asked her again, this evening as a matter of fact, if she was moving forward with the celebration. The answer was a resounding yes accompanied by all the ‘Where & When’ details. Deciding to celebrate her birthday throughout the entire year of 2017 to mark the arrival of another decade of living life, she refers to it as her birthday year and has purchased another gift for herself; a brand new car!
The poem, as I wrote and rewrote phrases, felt as if I were recapturing a silly dream chasing after fading images and sounds sprinkled with the salt and pepper of reality. If you are so inclined, please scroll down to enjoy the zig and zag of my thoughts…
PROSE POETRY
SPRING has SPRUNG
Copyright © 2017
It began when
Spring Sprung a
Leak; rain and fog
Rudely obscuring
The golden magnificence
Of the Vernal Equinox
While I made every
Attempt to carry on
In a happy-go-lucky
Manner even though
The man I adventure
With, from day to day,
Packed his bags, waved
Farewell and jetted away
Down to the southern
Hemisphere to delve into
A secret life of his own.
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Well, having sent my
RSVP two weeks ago
I zoomed eagerly, and
Alone, without a zig or
Zag, quietly in my sleek
Electric car along the
Pacific Coast, seagulls
And pelicans overhead,
To my first ever April
Fools Day party because,
Fool that I am, I wanted
To sashay and frolic
Without a care sans
Snickering sneers and
Judgmental glares.
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Finally there; with wine
Glass in hand, feet
Tapping to the rhythm
And blues of the dynamic
Band making me emote,
Sensations twisting and
Splitting creating atmospheric
Pressure until my high-heel,
Grinding passion into
The stone paved floor,
Snapped off leaving
Me unbalanced; physically
Not mentally, teetering into
The brink of…well, all I
Can say is, “C’est la vie.”
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And, yet, when chocolate
Eggs pelted my head
And friends laughed at
Me, I marveled at
Life’s power to make
Me delight in its ridiculous
Ridicule. Thankful I didn’t
Spill a drop of wine, I
Continued to sip, not
Slurp, my heart dancing
To the beat of happiness
And sang along wondering
What surprises Easter
Sunday and the heavens
Above might have in
Store for me…
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Could I, too, be a part of
Something as glorious
As a resurrection?
A reincarnation?
A reverberation of
Angel harps and God’s
Mighty thunderous voice?
A simple reinvention of
self might suffice.
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Lost in my reverie
I felt a kiss upon my
Cheek making me turn
Toward a giant smile
Welcoming me to bask
In the glow of a dear
Friend; my favorite thing
On planet Earth! And,
Best of all, it was a
Birthday bash, just
For her, with all of us
There reminiscing,
Remembering all that
She was, honoring all
That she is and imagining
All that she’ll become!
Such is the bounty of life
and nature’s perpetual gift;
SPRING has SPRUNG!
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Copyright © 2017
SOPHIA ANN MONTOYA