–
Tears flow from the sky
Not just a cry, but a plea
“Someone, please help me”
For the riverbeds
Are a dry constellation
Of tired, sleepy veins
Mother only asks
For a little fall of rain
To quench the parched Earth
A flood to renew
The pure, simple green and blue
That once existed
Violent, but kind
A necessary fury
Of a storm maligned
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Karen is a fourth year English major, creative writing minor at U of G and Digital Content Editor at The Ontarion.
“I started writing beginnings for poems on post-it notes whenever my train of thought got away from me while I was supposed to be working on something else. Eventually, I found time to complete some of those thoughts while taking some poetry workshops here at U of G.”
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