And The Trees Blossomed Anyway

By Lewton Thomas Jones

 

                 And the trees blossomed anyway

                 Despite the hairy men firing missiles without mercy

                 Despite Dow Jones hob nob binky slurp panacea-jihad

                 All the trees blossomed and bloomed anyway

                 Spring time snowy apparition did not wait for permission

                  A fantasy thrown back at the blood- soaked holy lands

                  Despite business as usual

                  Despite hospitals leveled

                  Despite theocratic maelstroms w/ their typhoon vendettas

                  The trees blossomed anyway in the shadows of Golgotha

                   Petals flew across the Sahara-desert of Persian script

                  Tribe’s east and west sent Gaza/fodder brutal religiosity

                   Refugees on junk, fentanyl, meth knelt in homage to dumb/king

                   Bunker buster & sociopathic determinism goat danced in the streets

                   But the trees bloomed and blossomed anyway w/ great vigor

                   April turned a naked eye to the Van Gogh Sun blaze

                   The fat drunks of St. Patrick resumed amateur boxing

                   Military Complex sales doubled each day w/ rancor & deception

                    Rivers erased blood on the shores of the immigrant homeless

                    Gold toilet leaders waltzed mediocrity to the huddled masses

                     While the trees bloomed and blossomed anyway

                     Skeletal remains w/ brains, hearts and bowels littered the land

Lewton Jones::

Poetry is a way to use my fragmented foray of images as a narrative of some use. I am a painter and now realize that much of my poetry is like painting with images echoing words and sounds. Growing old I realize that all my new thoughts are connected to my early thoughts. Academia was a long haul good and bad. I am disorganized so College gave me structure to tie my ideas together with constructs of legitimate poesy. I am currently trying new ways of writing after releasing three books in 2022. Originality as a goal beats group acceptance for me.

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