March 31, 2016

Grow Flowers in the Sand by G. Louis Heath

In this place where boredom rules,
the malls are rich and opulent,
full of toys to buy, to entertain.
But the mindscape is a desert
without oases.

On the desert a great sandstorm blows,
furious with mall patrons.
The sand wants to visit their homes,
smash their tawdry bijoux
with silica hands.

Smash all toys.
Strike the white flag.
Grow flowers in the sand.








G. Louis Heath, Ph.D. Berkeley, teaches at Ashford University, Clinton, Iowa. His books include VANDALS IN THE BOMB FACTORY, LEAVES OF MAPLE and LONG DARK RIVER CASINO. His interests include writing poems and short stories, hiking, and serving on the Clinton, Iowa Human Rights Commission. He can be contacted at gheathorov@gmail.com.

3 comments:

  1. The poignancy and candor of that first stanza is like a straight jab to the nose. Direct hit. It's a shame, but its America for the most part.

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  2. Well, I am rarely "malled" because I go to thrift shops for most items. To me, malls are as boring as hell and it is sad to see how many are enchanted with all their junk. I have always felt this way about consumerism. It is just plain stupid. Bring on the flowers!

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  3. I love your work! I'm greatful to have had you as a professor!

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