Thursday, April 14, 2016


I'm writing poetry this month with Mary Lee HahnKevin HodgsonSteve Peterson, and Carol Varsalona.
"Glory Years"

In those days I was
captain of the team
master of the ball
my confident smile
forecast weekend plans--
a win on the basketball court
followed by a chocolate soda
spinning the stool to face
my latest conquest

Today I am
captain only of scorched fields
I spin grains of parched wheat
in dry, cracked palms
joy has been eclipsed by weather,
worries, and prayer pleas
for rain, a plentiful crop
one more year of plenty

When did it go awry?

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016


Mary Lee said...

Sigh. The price of adulthood. And the curse of farming the arid dry plains.

Dogtrax said...

You asked me
if I still remember ...
I said no,
even as the crowd
roared in my head.