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May 21, 2017 18:12:33 #
This is a project that combines poetry and photos. This is the first photo/poem from Part II
Leaning into the Wind
Her grandmother talked of curses. Passed down generations
Theyâre a noose and a lifeline. Handmade. A pale band on her
Ring finger. Sometimes she unfolds herself. He doesnât notice
Anymore. It doesnât really matter. This is not where it started
To fall apart. That was long ago. Before any curse was burned
Into their DNA. Before the drought and the famine long before
The ground could no longer be turned.
Leaning into the Wind
Her grandmother talked of curses. Passed down generations
Theyâre a noose and a lifeline. Handmade. A pale band on her
Ring finger. Sometimes she unfolds herself. He doesnât notice
Anymore. It doesnât really matter. This is not where it started
To fall apart. That was long ago. Before any curse was burned
Into their DNA. Before the drought and the famine long before
The ground could no longer be turned.
May 22, 2017 14:05:19 #
AlexS wrote:
This is a project that combines poetry and photos.... (show quote)
Nice post. Old barns and abandoned farms always grab my attention. They are all someone's lost dream. Fine photo and I like your poem very much. Thanks for posting.
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