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Bread

November 28, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

Lines of breadless bellies
and moldy dreams
black blizzard coming
in the bread basket
breadwinner lost
dusty hope.

Hungry children
chew on hands
because it’s not
my day to eat
waste not, want not
let’s play eviction.

Some buy
what they can use
while others
can’t buy
what they can’t
live without

Bread of Life
filling and free
heaped baskets
daily for all
and hope reigns
in the dust.

For the One-Stop Poetry Picture Prompt Challenge

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  1. Glynn says

    November 28, 2010 at 11:40 am

    I think you got the photo exactly. Well done, Sandra.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:46 pm

      Thanks, Glynn.

  2. hedgewitch says

    November 28, 2010 at 12:53 pm

    Powerful images, anger, despair and healing, an excellent take on the prompt.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:46 pm

      Thanks. 🙂

  3. Hope says

    November 28, 2010 at 1:06 pm

    very nicely done!
    thank you

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:46 pm

      I love your name!

  4. Claudia says

    November 28, 2010 at 2:00 pm

    hope reigns in the dust…what a perfect last line for a spot-on poem

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:47 pm

      Thanks, Claudia.

  5. Melissa says

    November 28, 2010 at 2:13 pm

    Great poem! I love the last stanza. Without hope, all is lost. I hope we never have to watch our children go hungry. But some do. I am challenged to make a difference, somehow. Blessings.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:47 pm

      Thanks, Melissa. And blessings to you.

  6. S. Etole says

    November 28, 2010 at 2:27 pm

    the many faces of hunger … you’ve worded it well

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:47 pm

      Thank you, Susan.

  7. dustus says

    November 28, 2010 at 2:31 pm

    Excellent challenge response! Reading your poem conjures up images of The Grapes of Wrath. “Hope reigns” love that phrase. Many smooth lines throughout. Cheers.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:48 pm

      Thanks. I need to read that book again.

  8. Kodjo Deynoo says

    November 28, 2010 at 3:37 pm

    An interesting writing, very reflective of the photo prompt

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:48 pm

      Thanks so much, Kodjo.

  9. Maureen says

    November 28, 2010 at 4:32 pm

    I like your use of “in the breadbasket”, which evokes not just the literal basket that holds bread but America’s Midwest and, of course, the religious connotations.

    Nicely done.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:49 pm

      Thank you, Maureen. You’ve filled my basket today. 🙂

  10. Reflections says

    November 28, 2010 at 5:29 pm

    Powerful last words… hope reigns in the dust. Wow.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:50 pm

      Thanks. I appreciate your visit.

  11. Louise says

    November 28, 2010 at 7:52 pm

    I too like the use of ‘breadbasket’ and its symbolism.

    And that last line — and hope reigns in the dust —

    oh my.

    Wow!

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:51 pm

      Hi Louise. I had missed the prompt. Then I read your response.

  12. Lyla Lindquist says

    November 28, 2010 at 8:58 pm

    “Let’s play eviction.”

    Oh, oh. The second stanza did something here.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:51 pm

      I read somewhere they really did this. Sad, huh? Children tend to play out what they know.

  13. Sam Van Eman says

    November 29, 2010 at 8:22 am

    Sandra, I know this isn’t the Black Friday reflection post you mentioned doing, but it isn’t far off the topic in one sense.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:54 pm

      Yes, and I thought of Black Sunday–April 14, 1935, I think. My real Black Friday post will be far from serious stuff. Well, maybe in a sense not.

  14. deidra says

    November 29, 2010 at 9:00 am

    I’m with Lyla. “Let’s play eviction.” That’s powerful.

    • Sandra says

      November 29, 2010 at 12:56 pm

      Yes–and scary. It makes me wonder if some children might be playing that game today. I think I read that they would take a pile of stuff and pull it from one part of the room to another. 🙁

  15. nance marie says

    November 29, 2010 at 6:45 pm

    good one, sandra.

    • Sandra says

      November 30, 2010 at 4:09 pm

      Thanks, Nancy!

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