Dustbowl

My goodness that poem is creative. I love it, Audrey!

What evocative language for a little rain. A little dust.

You are a very gifted poet. Nice job. Look forward to reading more.

Hey Audrey beautiful poetry as usual you are very creative with your work.

Its a blessing God give to you :)

Very beautiful; sorry I missed this one. ^

I like the idea that somehow our emotions are connected to the land. There is strange beauty within the tragedy that human beings are so intimately connected to the dust, and this poem is reminiscent of the Old Testament curse upon the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve "From the dust you came and to the dust you shall return."

my first of your poems -- I don't know why it took me so long -- this, as all have commented is in a class of its own. Most times, we must lose to gain.

Good one, Audrey.

I see a dry barren earth abused by man, needing the tears of our loss to have any chance at rebirth

Simply beautiful

Dustbowl is a lovely poem keep writing and sharing your great talent I enjoy reading your work.

A great poem, vivid and powerful. I envisioned dry parched earth thirsting for rain dry and bereft of moisture waiting for showers.

Dear Audrey -

This is just magnificent. Meets a deep variety of interpretation. Thank you - thank you!

Audrey,

I loved the imagery in this poem. Such a beautiful poem.

Loved your poem. Vote up and more.

Voted up and awesome. Wonderful poetry.

Brilliant Audrey.

Eddy.

This is uniquely different. The dustbowl must have been intolerable with the need for many tears..Thought provoking Audrey...

Yes, images of the dust bowl, but images of the problems farmers and lovers face..."To nurture Fertile ground We all must weep" So true.

Voted up and awesome.

Lovely, Audrey. Just lovely. Great use of repetition. Very emotive piece. I enjoyed this a lot. Shared too...

Hi my friend this is such a gem of a poem and so beautifully written !

I love that with each read I glean a new meaning. Beautiful and voted up

And it's hot here with not enough rain in Singapore too. Phew! A dustbowl it is. Thanks for sharing this, Audrey...beautiful as usual!

wow you're exploding with poetic talent of late Audrey.. impressive :)

Simply beautiful! Thank you! Up+

I forgot to mention the poet's name, Lawson Inada, an excellent writer.

Audrey, my first thought about the title was classic dust bowl poetry, yet, it seems you speak of a later dust bowl in that hot, very dusty atmosphere of the Manzanar Relocation Center in California, one of many set up to house, to imprison really, Japanese residents of the west Coast of the US after Pearl Harbor was bombed and war was declared. Truly, "we must all weep."

By the way, a former Oregon Poet Laureate and Professor at Southern Oregon University wrote about the interned Japanese experience in a collection of poetry called "Letters From Camp."

This is wonderful Audrey. I love that you selected a photograph by Dorothea Lange. I find that fewer and fewer people are aware of the Great Dust Bowl or of the efforts made by the government to document it. Great poem. Theresa

You really tugged at some heart strings with this one. I was raised an, "Okie" in central California. My family were immigrants from Oklahoma during the dust bowl. My grandmother who went through it is still with us. She is 90 and has some incredible stories to tell. The Grapes of Wrath was a very personal book to me. We were raised very poor but have come through as a very strong family, so I know what the Joad's meant when they said, "Our people are good people; our people are kind people; pray God some day kind people wont all be poor" -Steinbeck