Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,693 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

And Still She Cries - Poem by Juan Olivarez

And still she cries,
dry tears.
no longer moist
and salty.
But tears of dust,
Of powder white and fine.
Cries for the children,
Cries for the innocents,
Cries for the beasts,
Though ducts are ancient and dry as bone.
Wailing down the washes,
Cry mother,
Cry for them all.
For all were borne by you.
Tears that once ran
Like overflowing rivers
now are dust storms,
In the summer sky.
Call her witch,
Call her beauty,
Call her enchanting,
Call her whore.
But still she cries,
Dry tears
Of powder white, and fine.

5/13/12 Alton Texas


Comments about And Still She Cries by Juan Olivarez

  • Heather Wilson (5/30/2012 5:02:00 AM)


    Tears of the earth, dry tears, I`m sure they are, there is so much sorrow around our world, so well said in your poem Juan. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/24/2012 11:14:00 PM)


    Awesomely portrayed and amazing flow on this wonderful poem! Rational leaders are leading the world astray, all these hypocrites are just power hungry and careless about the mother and her children.

    Siya_! !
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  • Valerie Dohren (5/15/2012 4:29:00 PM)


    Mother nature does indeed cry tears of powder and dust in places where there is no water. Very well written. (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2012 6:04:00 AM)


    i look at this poem as written about the pathetic mother-earth who has no alternative but to simply sheds dry tears as her rivers go drier... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2012


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