Spring where are you

by Dagmar Wilson   Mar 1, 2018


I am walking in the rain
these are all my tears,
my emotions are changing seasons.
I am trenched in fear.

My temperature has dropped
it almost feels like Fall
fog is hanging over the mountains.
I am lost.

Smiling faces are rushing by
I don't see anything funny,
trying to stretch that muscle would only hurt.
My skin is ashy.

I miss floating on clouds
the waves making beautiful sounds,
prints in the sand will never wash away.

But it almost feels like Fall
clouds are hanging low, waves are high
you will go under if not careful.

Breathe, start swimming
watch them sinkholes
I know the drill.
Spring where are you?.

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  • 6 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    Though this poem is about Spring, the writer feels the weight
    of fall descending on her. Spring is where all things come to life and
    bring joy but the delay of it creates a “spring” of sadness in her. There are
    some memorable lines in this write and the combination of season with
    the mood of the writer including some subtle rhymes makes this poem
    one a reader will not forget…nicely done.

  • 6 months ago

    by Ren

    "I miss floating on clouds
    the waves making beautiful sounds,
    prints in the sand will never wash away."
    ^^
    Me too!!

    An excellent write, Dagmar! :)

  • 6 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    "I don't see anything funny, trying to stretch that muscle would only hurt."
    ^^
    Utterly brilliant line Dagmar! I love how you've used the seasons to reflect on your state of mind :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 6 months ago

    by Michael

    Miss Dagmar,

    A truly brilliant piece from you, and yes where is that Spring season? It feels so far away from here ate the moment
    Well done and much warmth
    Michael :)x

  • 6 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Excellently written, Dagmar, with some subtle rhyme sprinkled throughout. Sad, yes, but clever.

    Take care,

    Ben

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