Knit and Pray

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Desolate Days of Summer

My disclaimer must come first!!

I am not a poet.
I do not write poetry.
Poems mystify me.

HOWEVER.
Sometimes, my brain goes beserk. (Could it be from the heat? Probably not )
PLEASE, no critiques :-) I welcome any and all comments but remember I make NO claim as a poet. I write prose. Long pieces. With LOTS of words. :-0
But, because it is summer and in Texas we are hot and we are dry, this is my love offering to you!

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                         Days    of    Summer


Sun sucks moisture from the ground,
heat sears dirt while a
blistering wind whistles through the trees
in sultry days and sweltering nights.
Parched throats breathe stale air and
thoughts, birthed in limp, lifeless minds,
bake to a crisp
before they form.


Searing winds of summer
smack around our souls,
suck skin dry and we
stagger across parched ground
smoldering under the sun and
stale air scorches lungs,
sapping all strength.

Abruptly

water whirls; we
wiggle wantonly within
welcome wetness.

Sprinklers
          spin
                    spit
                              spike
spew
          swirl
                    soaking
                              showers.

Sadly, we shut down the timer
to save precious well water shared with others and
search for shade to
wait for rain
from God.


May you be blessed with safety, your daily bread, and extra portions of God’s great Grace while we wait for rain.
Love,
Liz

6 comments:

  1. Dear Liz,

    I LOVE when you said, "Poems mystify me." They mystify me, too. I'm still smiling at that phrase. I think it quite something when someone is an award-winner in a certain area branches out into something else, willing to make themselves vulnerable. Good job!

    It was also good to come over here and see you've posted. That's always a winning move from my perspective.

    God bless you and keep you,
    Dawn

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  2. For a non-poet, I think your description of the drought is quite poetic.

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  3. O I love this Liz... you really woke my tongue up early this morning and it is laughing for all the fun spun words. May your showers of blessings come early...

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  4. I'm just grinning all over myself reading your sweet comments. And Megan is a REAL POET. Love all of you!

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  5. MELINDA ANONMOUS
    YOU SOUND LIKE OTHERMAMA ,AND SHE DID LIKE POETRY.
    GREAT JOB"YOU ARE YOUR OWN PERSON,NEVER LET ANYONE
    TELL YOU OTHERWISE.

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  6. Love your blog and your sweet words that are like water to our souls. Thanks for reading my blog and following in this journey together.
    Kindest regards,
    b†
    @madremintues

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