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Thursday, May 13, 2021

Never Alone

 
—Poetry and Artwork by Douglas Polk, Kearney, NE
 


THE COMMUNITY OF LIGHT
 
the darkness battled,
but never alone,
light always exists,
even if diminished,
souls who have gone before,
and the innocent light our way,
the path dark,
terrifying to the goodness in each and every soul,
the battled waged,
endlessly,
but never alone.
 
 
 

 
 
DREAM LAND
 
the land proved with better blood than mine,
lives dedicated to dreams of freedom,
and security,
squandered by restless and bored descendants,
never understanding what it was to dream,
shovel after shovel,
day after day,
building a foundation on which the dream to rest,
generation after generation,
until finally there was no dream to dream,
it was a reality,
boring and secure.
 
 
 

 
 
TRAILS WEST
 
eyes to the west,
and open skies,
never to the east,
with swarms of people,
bees in their concrete hives,
living lives ordered,
and preordained,
eyes to the west,
where open spaces,
call to the restless soul,
come,
let me make you,
renew you,
free and wild,
under open skies.

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Today’s LittleNip:

EVOLUTION
—Douglas Polk
 
restless feet,
in search of a life,
walk this way, and that,
paths blocked,
dreams crumble,
arms and legs evolve into limbs,
I am a tree, rooted in place.

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Tonight, 7:30pm, Sac. Poetry Alliance presents To Remain in Perhaps: A Deeper Look at the Lyric Poem, an online Literary Lecture by Jennifer Sweeney. Host: Frank Dixon Graham. Zoom:  us02web.zoom.us/. Facebook info: www.facebook.com/events/244410620805317/.

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—Medusa, with thanks and welcome back to Douglas Polk for today’s fine poems and artwork!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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