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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Famished by the Sun

The dying grass crunches beneath bare feet
that walk a path each passing rainless week
back and forth to the yellow sprinkler hose,
in hopes at least a bit survives this drought.

Trees and shrubs blanched white begin to wilt,
a frown it seems as if they've given up
craving autumn's shades of orange and red;
blind hunger lost in sun's unending heat.

@laurie kolp

Poetry inspiration: Poets United Thursday Think Tank (hunger)
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8 comments:

  1. WendyOctober 14, 2011 at 2:11 AM

    This just sums it up so well. Drought and trying to save the garden.

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  2. UnknownOctober 14, 2011 at 8:14 AM

    Very vivid.

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  3. TinoOctober 14, 2011 at 8:30 AM

    So difficult to get the balance right of conserving water and looking after the garden.

    I could feel the thirst of the plants.

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  4. MaryOctober 14, 2011 at 9:01 AM

    You have captured drought splashingly!

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  5. Philip ThriftOctober 14, 2011 at 11:35 AM

    We need to make sure the plants get water. They give so much to us.

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 14, 2011 at 11:39 AM

    This is a cool take on the prompt:) I love it! Poor trees!

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  7. Abin ChakrabortyOctober 14, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    Its a mystery to me how so many of you keep coming up with such wonderful poems on the basis of prompts! very moving.

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  8. rchOctober 17, 2011 at 11:33 AM

    Hi Laurie, it's a great take on the prompt, so many appetites.

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