My Poem today
Current mood: apathetic
I saw this photo from a famous photographer during the depression named Dorethea Lange. The photo was in a presentation put on by one of the women in my womens study class. It was so od, because the picture struck a chord in me, and instantly this poem flowed from my brain like diareaha.... lol... thats my only explanation- but below is the photo and my poem~~~
The milk of your momma
Dried like a wrath
Leaving your quest for quench
like a scantily clad bath
Dust in the bowl
Wind on your back
left you behind, a starving attack
You think to the future
So green it seems
with the wealth of forest trees
And fine crops you DO see
Then you realize, it is just a mirrage
of the Milk you wish for dried, dried like a wrath
I have no idea why this popped into my head- but it did- so I thought I would share.....
Current mood: apathetic
I saw this photo from a famous photographer during the depression named Dorethea Lange. The photo was in a presentation put on by one of the women in my womens study class. It was so od, because the picture struck a chord in me, and instantly this poem flowed from my brain like diareaha.... lol... thats my only explanation- but below is the photo and my poem~~~
The milk of your momma
Dried like a wrath
Leaving your quest for quench
like a scantily clad bath
Dust in the bowl
Wind on your back
left you behind, a starving attack
You think to the future
So green it seems
with the wealth of forest trees
And fine crops you DO see
Then you realize, it is just a mirrage
of the Milk you wish for dried, dried like a wrath
I have no idea why this popped into my head- but it did- so I thought I would share.....
this is what my poem was about
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