Three Poems for National Poetry Month

Here's one about Spring from e e cummings.

Spring is like a perhaps hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.

And and a poem by poet/musician Kevin Max.

Highway 11

Blue
Mountain
suck me in
down to the river
inside the rim
found a ring
with some ancient writing
put it on
and now i am blinded
but the trollunder the bridge
told me to keep it
told me while itching its skin
'come visit us again'

i was born the son
of a wayward viking
split the skulls
and spit a likeness of me
out the chute
i was born
then dropped off
by a curious groupie
from a boarding school
like a wolf
with a chipped tooth
snowhite skin
and cowboy boots
i was picked up
by the midwest
wrapped in a church vest
and taught the rest
the blood and the gospel
the word and the Meat.

i was born again.

but still, the call of the wild
and the thunder of battle drums
out in the woods
and the dark tangled trees.
Celtic Creed.

And, since you've all begged, cheered and embarassed my by your demands, here's one from your blogging April poet.

Essence of Art: To Ireland

imagine
a minstrel's song
a poet's verse
an artist's hues
a writer's curse

then ignite
to more meaningful muse
or more artistic views

or explode
to desecrated
elements
of
nothing

another child's churlish laugh
another bomb brushed street

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