Posted tagged ‘my grandmother’s pump poem’

Why We Have to Just Keep Trying

October 10, 2016

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Why We Have to Just Keep Trying

I’m wondering if what’s iron in us rusts,
I’m wondering if what won’t contract just busts

in that cold
we can’t old away.

I think of my grandmother’s heavy hand-cranked pump
stumped in the yard,
how it groaned with each new use, rained
what first seemed stained
with blood, till it gushed a flood, aglow with those stars that flow
even in ground water.

 

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A very drafty drafty poem for Kerry O’Connor’s micro-poem (ten line) challenge with a theme of rust and gold on With Real Toads.   Pic is mine.