Today’s poem prompt was to use neologisms, made up words like Lewis Carroll used in Jabberwocky. Well, I never much appreciated Jabberwocky anyway. The prospect of making up compound words made me feel I was back in German class. Frankly, on less than one cup of tea it was a challenge too far. So, this is what I wrote instead.
Easter
If I could juju the world
I would give you all deep peace
of suffering survived –
that greening and leafing feeling
when the sap rises again
after leaf fall,
winter’s annual shut down,
the trees still as standing stones
all spine and spindle,
shorn like a convict’s bad haircut.
Well, we have all done
some time. But we are paroled –
a subtle pulse, birdsong,
the flutters of family making.
If I could juju the world
I would give you all the hope
each spring brings. And then have you
not judge it false, foolhardy,
a sentimental sop,
yet another cruel mocking,
thwarting of you. Don’t take spring
quite so personally. The world
will go on in its suffering
with or without you. Just for this moment
look out your window. See
the luminous green in each new leaf.
That is food. Take it and eat.
Remember. And rise.
Sojourning Smith 
Beautiful!
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Thank you! It’s nice to know you aren’t writing into a vacuum! 🙂
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So enjoyed this one, Bee — just emerging today from a mean bout of the blues, and this delicious sustenance evoked true celebration in me. Especially the last stanza: wow! Warm hug for this timely one. No gyre and gimbel in the wabe, just lots of other nourishment! ~ Kit W-P
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I am glad that spirit of renewal touched you. Elliot, with Ezra Pound’s observation to help, noted that April can be the cruelest month.
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Oh, my. “Don’t take spring quite so personal.” What profound wisdom.
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Beautiful words make me recall my springtime in Ireland, and my heart almost explodes with love. Thank you!
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