The Rain Starved Dirt…
is a vast, parched graveyard.
I’m the last ghost in town,
so somberly mourn my twin;
the same dry, steadfast surface,
hiding tears deep within;
identical tic tac toe lines,
engulfing faces worn by time and weather,
that only a mother nature could love;
a mirrored lack of love and human contact.
Does the earth mourn me?
Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University. A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.
This is a wonderful, deeply moving poem. Thank you, Richard.
ReplyDeleteMichele
Thank you, Ndaba Sibanda, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem.
Thank you, Michele and Ndaba, for your kind words for Rick. He is a talented writer whom I've know for years. I appreciate your willingness to share your words with Whispers' readers, Rick. Congratulations on your publication here and in numerous magazines! I agree with Michele's comment.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Karen
Dear Richard,
ReplyDeleteA very deep reflection of thoughts in your poem, moving and thought provoking. Enjoyed reading your work today.
Sandra
Dear Richard
ReplyDelete"Does the earth mourn me?" is a perfect line to end this soul wrenching poem. There are so many unique and descriptive phrases and words that it brings a joy to a sadness I think poets understand so deeply. Bravo!
love,
Kathy