I am sitting in the kitchen finishing my breakfast:
cheerios soaking up cold milk.
the bottom of the bowl holds infinite answers
to why you left me and why we can't make it.
a thunderous roar snaps my attention to the windows,
and a huge brown cloud, like nothing I've ever seen,
rips through the air. it seeps through the windows
and swirls around through the house.
I look down and I am only holding a bowl of dust.
My tears know it is the way things are.
Author notes
Inspired by the picture in the contest, and just by the phrase "dust bowl".
A contest entry
- Dust Bowl by Warrior-Eagle.
300 points, ended April 10, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How can I improve this?
Comments
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I thought this was well done,
I like the descripion here,
the tears,
and that ending line ,
thanks for entering my contest.
...Simply Me♥
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