by Carissa Dewey

earlier today I asked you to stop.

my tears burned.

sitting close and small.
memories of my ride home
how the barren farms, iced fields
and my stark feelings enticed

thoughts of the dog down the road-
chained up, cold.
of the scattered quail desperate in our
wild rose beyond our window-
silent, still.

and our cabin, single room, single brass bed.
where I met you. where I should have left you.

if I was stronger.

yet others live where we once
did and I’ve driven away.


Posted on 01/18/2011
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jo Halliday on 01/18/11 at 04:08 PM

Beautiful poem; a reality painted well.

Posted by Erin Eymard on 01/27/11 at 10:10 PM

The final stanza almost punches you in the gut. Wonderful read!

Return to the Previous Page Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2021 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)