this is how spring comes,
stripes of green between
herring-boned brick, fern-fronding,
bare-armed, broken-eternitied;
mindful. (i am) convalescent,
cognizant of the dragons
that still lean in, hungry.
they bite at me, at
wrists and cheeks and eyes,
blindfully, so that my shape
is not the shape of others, ever.
after dinner, your stereo
won’t work; you ask me to sing, but
i’ve got only that song
where the girl is leaving and the boy
must drop everything to catch her.
(and that is
not us, after all.)
dragons, as everyone knows,
hate the sun. while you are gone, i sit
on the winter-warmed stoop
bare-armed, watching spring come,
scars palely fade, wondering
how this song will end.
the tenth muse 
Captivating. Yep, officially captivated.
aw, *blushes*; thanks
immensely intriguing. Thanks for sharing.
thank you, belladonna!
wow…rather heavy feel to the end…the end of the song…and that ties well with that only song you know…def felt joanna…love the dragon that nips at you as well….dont we all have them? smiles.
dragons… yeah, i think we do all have them, to some degree, b. thanks for dropping by. *smiles*
Dragons. Only one song, but how will this one end? Lovely images, Joanna!
thanks, Denise!
I wanna know more…great write
Thank you, Dennis.
This:
(blindfully, so that my shape
is not the shape of others)
:is awesome!
gracias, poet. 🙂
Honey, you have the right song, but you’re singing it to the wrong audience. Yes, your shape is unlike others and therein lies your magic. Do not underestimate the potency of the spells you can cast. Yes, spring can really hang you up the most, but that song’s already been played out. Empty that full mind, face toward the sun, onward you beautiful soul! Your pal, el Moskowitz
thanks. 🙂 thanks, Mosk. i sometimes need to hear these things.
I had no idea that dragons hated the sun.
shh…i think i just made that up. 😉
really like this a lot, some excellent imagery in here. Thanks
thank you!
That’s pretty great right there.
thanks, wanderer. 🙂