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Spring Forward, Fall Apart

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The temperature falls
Cabin fever rises
We all catch
The same thought virus
We prepare our homes
For the contagion
We prepare ourselves
For hibernation
The big bad wolf
Is at the door
The raven pecks
Forevermore
Jacob Marley
Shakes his chains
Old Man Winter
Raises Cain

Spring forward
Lag behind
Daylight savings
Rob the mind
Spring forward
Fall apart
Daylight cravings
Starve the heart

Bricks in hand
We wall ourselves in
They huff and puff
And we take it on the chin
We’re dismay preppers
A horde of hoarders
We’ll never have to
Look past our borders
We see red
With our attitudes
Dreaming of a White Christmas
Waking to the winter blues
We go stir crazy
Mixing up our metaphors
Going out of our heads
Behind closed doors

Spring forward
Lag behind
Daylight savings
Rob the mind
Spring forward
Fall apart
Daylight cravings
Starve the heart

4 thoughts on “Spring Forward, Fall Apart”

  1. raishimi33 – Freelance writer: articles on linguistics and eating disorders. Former Film Studies student. NES button masher, country walker. Loves cats and sushi. Interests include meteorology, criminology, UK/European politics, the EU, and archaic weaponry. Contact at Celenagaia33@gmail.com
    celenagaia33 says:

    Love this, as a synaesthete – full of colour/sense imagery, to latch onto and empathize with. There’s a real poignancy to the words, though it takes a couple of readings to come across fully – that’s not detrimental by any means, merely an observation that the deeper waters flow here.

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  2. Aquileana – Argentina. Buenos Aires. – 🌟The Visible World is Just a Pretext 🌟 Greek Mythology, Philosophy, Literature, Sociology, Psychoanalysis, Poetry... Posts in English and Spanish. ||⚠||
    Aquileana says:

    Excellent poem; Drew…

    I really like your poetic insights and images on feelings, time that flows and seasons…

    My favorite verses here are:

    “Spring forward…/We go stir crazy/ Mixing up our metaphors/
    Going out of our heads/Behind closed doors/”

    Cheers,

    Aquileana 😉

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  3. Mel Douleur – In my late thirties, as a wife, a mother, an administrative manager… As a woman in emotional flux, I spread my fingers across a keyboard one day to defeat the boredom inside my mind. I found that truth was actually quite interesting. I found that the imaginary was even more interesting. I found that I could write. And, Mel Douleur was born.
    mel says:

    I’m going to let this be my anthem today! I made up a tune to sing it to and everything! <3

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    1. drewchial – When Drew Chial was very young, he found an attic hidden in his bedroom closet. He discovered it investigating an indentation in the ceiling, nudging it with a broom, until it fell inward. There was no stepladder for him to climb, so he scaled the shelves. Shining his flashlight, he found a long triangular hall, twice the length of his bedroom. Every surface was coated in pink insulation that made his skin itch. Creeping into the basement, Drew stole a sleeping bag that he unrolled on the attic floor. He set a tiny aluminum lock box on top of it. This is where he hid the things he wrote. Now Drew hides them in plain sight.
      drewchial says:

      Thank you. This has been my accidental anthem for the last few years in Minnesota.

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