Books by Phyllis Jean Green
Water-Water Everywhere But
Flailing at Texas, flinging more blue-faced,
breath-holding fits down in Louisiana.
Leaving Vegas thigh-high, Lake Erie
in danger of going over. South Asiaís
teeth float, and southeastern Europeís.
In Ghana, rain torrents. Iron curtains
separate but do not lift. Rain pounds,
rain whines, rain sulks, rain spits. Mud-
stuck and choking on kudzu-reminding
weeds, farmers go in to hunker without
power and red-ink their losses on damp-
seeming paper. Bridges havenít succumbed
may yet. Roads, dikes, dams, pet
projects and projectors have given up
the ghost or are threatening same. Yet
the U.S.ís Carolinas, dust and rock-hard
clay moonscape. Mars is starting to look
great. Heat saps breath; fear of goop
spewing from a turned on tap steals
the rest. By the toad-textured dirt
that was once a creek, deer tear
at roots drought hasnít gotten around to
murdering. Big almond eyes too dry to
startle. Hair and skin, like mine, crawl,
I feel, with static. Snap at each other
over nothing. Pretend showers caress
with long, cool fingers. Dream grass
stays stays green and trees get to keep
their leaves until fall. A brook makes
up limericks, it is so happy with itself.
Tadpoles learn to swim like Esther
Williams. Water smells like itself Ė fish
and all. Thunder that is in the habit
of rumbling around four means clouds
are going to let go of hoarded treasure.
Wake up! Bushes are sending spindles
to claw blood from the sky. Soilís crazed;
moles set up new picnic sites. So it will be
when we drink and dry our oceans, rivers,
and lakes. When the lack of ozone
encourages the sun to evaporate the last
stream and fall? Earth shrivels, and I.
Look for a wraith wearing a sign
with a dry-marked Hell.
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|A heartbreaking write you share with us Phyllis, my heart and prayers go out to so many. Tanke care and thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Mary Coe
|Very nice. I love your style. We could use a little rain in southern California. Well penned.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Weather is strange this year; getting stranger. God help us! Hope you get the rain soon!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Ah, in misery. I feel the pain. Excellent. Liz|
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Earth shrivels, and I.
Look for a wraith wearing a sign with a dry-marked Hell.
A very powerful vocal tone and great
Images captured by chosen words
Outstanding message within this write!
Love Peace and Hugssss to you...Morning star
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Great write with strong and vocal images painted for us to see and agonize over with you.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A "slap in your face" awakening write, Pea; harsh and real. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Missy Cross
|Phyllis, my hat and tap are off to you and I am sitting here parched and quietly evaporating in awe. This is truly outstanding. What a wrenching and evocative canvas you've painted here!|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
It's falling everywhere but needed. We had it; now the Midwest's getting it (my folks in northcentral Ohio have water in their basement, the neighbors had three FEET in theirs), Asia. England. Enoughs, ENOUGH. We have a saying here in Texas: it rains all at once or not at all. Haven't had any for three, four weeks now and the ground is already drying up.........NUTZ!!!!! Global warming is global WARNING. An excellent, heartbreaking write of Nature gone mad. Well done, and I'll pray for rain for y'all! Not too much: just what you need. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.