Short poem, ‘Vetch in the Spring’

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Love comes back like vetch in the Spring:
You knew it was there, but it’s still a surprise –
The flower is lovely, but wildly unwise.
Love comes back like vetch in the Spring,
You keep pulling it out but you’re never free;
You think it’s gone, but it won’t ever be.
It just comes back like vetch in the Spring.
Love’s just a thing.

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With a bit more attention, this poem might have made a satisfactory rondelet (like the previous post by Susan McLean)… but it’s in the form that it occurred to me and, like vetch, it’s just there in its undisciplined fashion. Published this month in Allegro Poetry Magazine, edited by Sally Long.

Photo: “vetch flower and tendril, with ant” by Martin LaBar is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.

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  1. Michael Burch's avatarMichael Burch

    Robin, your poem reminded me of the only poem I’ve written with the word “vetch” and I’m not sure why it occurred to me…

    Doppelgänger
    by Michael R. Burch

    Here the only anguish
    is the bedraggled vetch lying strangled in weeds,
    the customary sorrows of the wild persimmons,
    the whispered complaints of the stately willow trees
    disentangling their fine lank hair,

    and what is past.

    I find you here, one of many things lost,
    that, if we do not recover, will undoubtedly vanish forever …
    now only this unfortunate stone,
    this pale, disintegrate mass,
    this destiny, this unexpected shiver,

    this name we share.

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