"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, April 10, 2015

Dear Progeny

I thought we would
leave a better garden,
but greed bottled water
until the dust bowl
wouldn’t bear fruit.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 10


Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW! These succinct words pack a powerful punch, Susie. Perfection.

Outlawyer said...

Agh. So awful. Thanks for this distilled version of truth. K. (Manicddaily)

Ella said...

You made me laugh~ I love your wit!

Jim said...

Susie, I'm thinking that there could not be a better garden. Nor did 'greed' bottle any water.
This reminds me a bit of a Bob Dylan song.
Fun to read, a lot of fun.

grapeling said...

this is a really smart, sharp pen, Susie. ~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I fear you speak for all of us to our poor progeny.

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a powerful message! I lately watched the movie, Interstellar, and your description of the dust bowl rings alarmingly possible.

ccchampagne said...

Extremely powerful and very easy to read in so many ways. Such sorrow! I feel I just want to hug you after reading this (but that's probably more my take on the words than you needing a hug). Brilliant!

Gillena Cox said...

nice one Susie

thanks for dropping by to read mine

much love...

Mama Zen said...

This is sharp as a knife, Susie! Excellent.

Sharon Rawson said...

"Greed bottled water" made me immediately think of the Nestle CEO. Very timely!

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