Saturday, August 18, 2012

                          THE DROUGHT(Sunday Scribbles)

Years of living,
die,
as trees burn,
overbaked by the sun.

The crops wilt
like lettuce
topped with hot grease.

The birds' mouths
gape open
begging, begging
for a drink.
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15 comments:

  1. Annie JeffriesAugust 18, 2012 at 6:13 PM

    And again I say . . . terrible times an much suffering.

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  2. Rinkly RimesAugust 18, 2012 at 8:02 PM

    You put the suffering into words so well.

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  3. Old EggAugust 18, 2012 at 8:13 PM

    Your words brought back so clearly working in drought conditions years ago.

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  4. AnonymousAugust 18, 2012 at 9:25 PM

    Lettuce topped with hot grease... what a phrase! In the final days of the prolonged drought here in the Midwest, we are once again seeing signs of green. Came too late for the small farmers, but we're still buying local produce, even if it's under par.

    Your poem is evocative and truthful. Great work. Peace, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/18/iowa/

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  5. AltonianAugust 19, 2012 at 2:21 AM

    Sharp comment on the effects of a real drought. We in Finland are suffering from the exact opposite, and begging for a long dry period. Strange old world - isn't it?

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  6. RoanAugust 19, 2012 at 5:49 AM

    Perfectly said.

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  7. Belva Rae StaplesAugust 19, 2012 at 8:29 AM

    Rain dance? It can't hurt at this point!

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  8. Jae RoseAugust 19, 2012 at 11:37 AM

    Yes..the grease on the lettuce sprang out on my read too..such vivid imagery..jae

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  9. KayAugust 19, 2012 at 3:05 PM

    Thank you all for your comments. We have had 60 hundreds of rain since June 10th, and the corn is gone, but if it should rain, the beans might make it. I watered my garden, and my produce has been plentiful, but look out at the grocery store this winter cause this drought if widespread in the farm belt.

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  10. gautami tripathyAugust 19, 2012 at 4:21 PM

    WE are drought like situation in some parts of India. Too less rain...


    dregs

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  11. joanneAugust 19, 2012 at 6:10 PM

    and you can fry an egg on the pavement....a record-breaking summer of too much heat and lack of rain....

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  12. Maude LynnAugust 19, 2012 at 8:59 PM

    Beautifully done.

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  13. SreejaAugust 20, 2012 at 5:36 AM

    So well written...beautiful poem....

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  14. UnknownAugust 20, 2012 at 7:14 AM

    The images are very vivid. Really nice poem, sharp and touching. I'm a new follower.

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  15. Rae TriggAugust 23, 2012 at 8:18 PM

    You convey strong images that paint the suffering during a drought. Very well done.

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