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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 29, 2021 23:12:25 GMT -6
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain Her mason jar moxie Turns pears into preserves That can his worries Of the lean season With irrigation by a nearby river Whose water will fill the rows Of wheaten Lazarus With her kitchen cornucopia No mere manna But an earthly sustenance To fuel the labor he loves But when she needs his touch To fill the lonely hours That shorten her breath He lends his steel to her softness Like a knight in the midst of chivalry Whose creative anachronism Is the heat that unseals Her marmalade soul
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 31, 2021 11:48:02 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 31, 2021 17:59:05 GMT -6
Adore your tag as it is thematically tied to my poem perfectly. This poem was inspired by a song from a woman's singer collection in which the woman reassures her husband that they will find a way to keep the native soil of their dust bowl farm. The song gave me tears of joy. So glad my words brought the joy of poetry to you.
XoXoXo John
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2022 3:35:20 GMT -6
Wow! How do you write on such an epic level consistently? Love it! Your stuff is always of great sustenance
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 4, 2022 14:34:20 GMT -6
Thanks a million Michael my friend. Love that this is epic for you. I do endeavor to write sustenance.
John
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Post by oldarmybear on Jan 16, 2022 16:22:00 GMT -6
Love your poem, John
I write in the common era and try to deal in realism/
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 16, 2022 16:27:47 GMT -6
Much gratitude Don. Glad you write the way you do. It takes different styles of poetry to fill the book of literature.
John
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