Land full of empty. Dust filled air stripmines fertile rich black to cracked clay. Thundercloud's anger wash ribbons in yellow remains. Alone in nature's breach, humbled, feeding no one, emptiness abounds
Is this the guy that said he can't write serious like other poets? hah! Very powerful statement in this gem Rusty! Sad how the strip mines rape the land.
Yes, you are diverse. This is good... and deep. Such graphic lines crammed into a small package. Promise us at least 20^ of yours are in this serious mode.
- Bill
Ahh, there is a very gifted serious side to our Mr. Daily as well. This is wonderful and in just a few lines you've told this poignant story so well. Very impressive sweet poet man.
Loveya,
CJ
Makes me think of much of the land in Kentucky that has been stripped and robbed of the rich black gold that ran through the veins of our precious earth, now much of the land is a dry dust of what strip mining leaves behind...such a shame...wonderful write, great imagery.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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- Bill
Loveya,
CJ
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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