John Lawless Poet Free verse

Dust Devil Days

A parched wind
still circles the dust devils
corralling them
in funneled fury.
The old rooster
atop the barn
squeaks
as the weather changes
as do the joints
in the old blue jeans.
Hard black coffee
bubbles on the stove,
her apron hangs
a memory
on the chair,
an old screen door
shudders,
slams shut,
an old dog curses
the dust.
Bowed heads watch
as he laces his boots,
reaches for that
damned hat,
sips the last of the coffee
runs his fingers
across the hanging apron
whispers
“I love you”,
sets off to worship
in the shrine
of their lives.



©5/7/2018

submitted to – Hillbillies Bybillies and Blowbillies – Poetry contest
sponsor – Caren Krutsinger

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Gershon Wolf May 9, 2018 at 8:12 PM I can see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, and taste it, John. I can even FEEL it, and I'm a mere male. You've activated all six senses---that's a win in my book...what a poem is supposed to do. Memorable write. It's a FAVE for me. :) Gershon

Tom Cunningham May 7, 2018 at 5:07 PM Lovely image you've written John. The weather changes as do the joints in the old blue jeans. Sadly how true. Good luck. Tom. John Lawless May 7, 2018 at 5:32 PM hey, tom, who needs the weather channel when ya got knees and hips.....

Daniel Turner May 7, 2018 at 3:10 PM Sounds a lot like my childhood memories, John. Thoroughly enjoyed this one:) I suppose that would make me a hillbilly. John Lawless May 7, 2018 at 5:32 PM I grew up in the are of Boston known as Mission Hill....so I guess that "could" make me a hillbilly also.

Paris-Maree Boreham May 7, 2018 at 7:12 AM Really enjoyed reading this (twice), can relate as I've had losses myself, it was thought provoking and has made me think, & about other- spirit....those days! Thank you for sharing such a personal poem, It's nice to know we are not alone, It makes me wonder- it is funny how the brain can play tricks on us hmmm, am rambling here, make a long story short- Thanks John :) John Lawless May 7, 2018 at 7:25 AM Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.