3 Perfect Poems for Climate Changed March
Climate Poems Giving Fossil-Fueled Spring Shifting in the Month of March
Gotcha! There’s no such thing as “Perfect,” except for you. You’re perfect.
1. “March” by Richard Kenney
Sky a shook poncho.
Roof wrung. Mind a luna moth
Caught in a banjo.
This weather’s witty
Peek-a-boo. A study in
Insincerity.
2. “Brood” by Donika Kelly
I’d made in myself
A frozen ground
A ground in thaw
I mean
Spring is coming
I mean
I push the wet dirt with my mandible
I mean jaw
Jaw
Y’all
I know I am not a nymph in exhumation
but would you please explain
this half-remembered light
3. “March” by Louise Glück
Nothing can be forced to live.
The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,
a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice tells you.
It says forget, you forget.
It says begin again, you begin again.
What do you think? What poems would you add?
Honorable Mentions:
The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
It sees and knows everything.
It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing.
The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. What is this current.
What is the wind, what is it.
A neighbor goes out to pick up my prescription. I leave daffodils on the porch for him. I picked them with gloves on.
The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers
and spring is in the air.
Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow,
Wrapping the mists round her withering form,
Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow
Travails to birth in the womb of the storm.