Five Poems Against Spring



raging against hope

against change

signs that the world will

move on has moved on

continues moving on

without you



step outside and look up

and glare at the branches

bare your teeth

at threat of spring

knobby buds now visible

the greening grass




I want to burn the world down, and stand in the ashes.




dying from the heavy heavy layer

that I can’t peel away                  completely

for fear of how much more of you

might be lost



burying my face in fabric

if there’s a trace left

maybe maybe maybe

as the tornado mind executes

a thousand thoughts spinning

I will not do you hear me I will not move do not let go of me have you let go of me I will not let you slip away I will not let go I will not let you go please do not let go of me keep hold of my hands do not move do not go

not yet





About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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One Response to Five Poems Against Spring

  1. Terry M Gresham says:

    Reblogged this on TerryMGresham.

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