Works by Dianne Gross-Giese
I like this a lot Dianne. It reminds me of some of the unrelenting hope people of the mid west had during the prolonged drought and dust between 1932 and 1938. I have been reading some amazing stories of people's hope and defiance, clinging (staked) to the ground that was blowing away around them and their wish and attempts to capture ANY cloud that rolled over them. They would have made any pct to get some rain or snow...in fact made a few that never panned out, not with any devil only men. Rainmakers and such.We think that everyone left the dust bowl during those days but to be honest only 1 in 5 did. The rest had the grit, rage, will and hope you so well display in this piece.I like your free verse very much it flows "right smooth off the tongue"
A strong poem, almost sculptural in places. An enjoyable read.
love this one really...grapple and belay the clouds...nice.
actions speaks louder,your words move and take my attentions,beautiful writing!
This felt substantial. Like Dave said, it felt sculptural. Gorgeous!
Good. Good. Good. "Stop shivering and shelteringfrom the wind whipping through.Stand in the rage."Okay. I will. You inspire me to do so.