“Growing” by Joshua Spicer
I was birthed from the earth
of Mother Nature, breaking
her soft, wet skin and blossoming
into a 70-year-old Beat. Currently,
Kerouac and Ginsberg are emptying
flowerpots on my bright green leaves,
bursting into my cells and rejuvenating
my writing style and ideas on life.
I want to seduce and make
love with the sky until she is wet and pours
her rain on my stem and have it drip down
to the essence of my soul that breaths in the
sun’s rays and the wind’s waves that wash
over me with the bliss of knowledge and
power to think the thoughts I always thought.
When you travel over neurological bridges
Every day, eventually your curiosity
Will take hold and you will venture down below…
I walk beneath to familiar sand
where my old footprints line the shore.
I swear I’ve been to this dreamy land
but some stones are here that weren’t before…
Small stones I recognize from years ago
that still feel pure and clean in my palm,
and still skip as far as the moonlight will show,
but memories fade when the water calms
I also find stones, covered in dirt
that reek of wasted time and salty tears
and I look up at the stars who’s stare still hurts
with their traumatized eyes that remind me of years
That I keep buried beneath my thoughts.
I’ll stay on the bridge where memories are not.
The way the walls crawled
Like spiders above me,
Clawing into the large ribs
That s t r e t c h e d across
The eeriness of the tombs
That stared forever,
Gold encryption covering
The Dead, who
unknowing of who they really were.
As the cross
T E h O s
H C a
Of the crowd of Christians,
all I could think about was
How many homeless people out in the
cold dark world could sleep comfortably
in here, away from the judgement of the dark?
Biological Note: Joshua Spicer was born and raised in Massachusetts on the North Shore. He currently is a student pursuing a bachelor’s degree in English literature at Roger Williams University. Over time he has built up a presence in the poetry community on different social media platforms. He has published a collection of poems titled “The Loudest Whispers” which was published by Lulu publishing. He hopes that his poetry can make an impact on the world and that his words can stand the test of time. His poetry Instagram is @spicy_writes