I'm writing poetry this month with Mary Lee Hahn, Kevin Hodgson, Steve Peterson, and Carol Varsalona.
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"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
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
2 comments:
Sigh. The price of adulthood. And the curse of farming the arid dry plains.
You asked me
if I still remember ...
I said no,
even as the crowd
roared in my head.
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