Monday, August 13, 2012

 

Poems 2012: Drought



Bone dry corn stalks
Brittle, unmoving
No easy sway with the wind.

In the town, I stop.
Two girls stand there,
Twin stalks, unmoving;
Too far from the water.

# posted by Mark Osler @ 6:26 PM
Comments:
I love me a drought poem! And you captured how a drought dries up the people, too. I remember the first day it finally rained last year, and everyone in the neighborhood came out in the street and got wet.
# posted by Blogger Megan Willome : 6:01 AM
 
Well said, Mark. Strong image.
Bob
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 11:20 AM
 
Megan--

There's a good poem in that moment-- everyone in the street, looking up...
# posted by Blogger Mark Osler : 12:05 PM
 
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