—Poetry and Original Artwork by
Douglas Polk, Kearney, NE
SOUTH OF TOWN
canyons,
a maze of rock,
running this way,
and that,
South of town,
a puzzle,
with very few clues,
the pathing leading out,
now worn into the limestone,
and sandstone,
tread through the eons,
as men lived and died amidst this jumble of rock,
the valley almost deserted now,
men scarce,
among the rocks,
and the sagebrush,
this epoch of time,
the sacred lost,
traditions unknown,
home no more,
this maze of rock,
running this way,
and that,
South of town.
canyons,
a maze of rock,
running this way,
and that,
South of town,
a puzzle,
with very few clues,
the pathing leading out,
now worn into the limestone,
and sandstone,
tread through the eons,
as men lived and died amidst this jumble of rock,
the valley almost deserted now,
men scarce,
among the rocks,
and the sagebrush,
this epoch of time,
the sacred lost,
traditions unknown,
home no more,
this maze of rock,
running this way,
and that,
South of town.
CROSSROADS
life at a standstill,
a crossroads,
a decision demanded,
the seemingly correct move,
an illusion,
only a trap,
the clock ticks,
while steps retraced,
the decision reversed,
the sun suddenly again begins to shine through,
the cosmos starts once more to flow,
freedom,
the world your oyster.
life at a standstill,
a crossroads,
a decision demanded,
the seemingly correct move,
an illusion,
only a trap,
the clock ticks,
while steps retraced,
the decision reversed,
the sun suddenly again begins to shine through,
the cosmos starts once more to flow,
freedom,
the world your oyster.
PRAYERS SAID
with eyes closed,
prayers said,
asking forgiveness,
I did my best,
hoping the spirits recognize my sacrifice,
see my pain,
no different from theirs,
this land once theirs also,
the hurt real,
when the earth abused,
not ours to rape and plunder,
the land lost to greed,
and ignorance,
grassland plowed under,
pivots already being erected,
south of the river,
the sacred flees,
along with the wildlife,
the deer,
and the geese,
the world changing,
the holiness ignored,
or lost,
under cloud-filled skies.
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Today’s LittleNip:
Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
—Norman Cousins
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—Medusa, with thanks to Douglas Polk for his fine poetry and artwork today!
Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
—Norman Cousins
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—Medusa, with thanks to Douglas Polk for his fine poetry and artwork today!
—Artwork by Douglas Polk
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