Friday, March 16, 2018

Before Spring

Before Spring (18-075B)

white softness clings
on broken branches and needles
coat weighs heavy
just a few days before Spring

sky dark before dawn
eyes adjust to purity's brightness
life's poison drawn
beauty's gift of lightness

stillness broke with pheasant call
ripples as calm pool distrubed
tall grass arthritically bent
prinstine burden carries

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-075B

Wednesday, March 14, 2018


Breach 18-073Z

Clutter clutter in the mind
Surfaces when rest my head
Lay awake looking up
In the darkness body speaks

Great beasts breaches
Spouting memories
Expel tension with each breath
Beast is beached upon the shore

Seducing stories tell myself
Once brought comfort
They are no longer true
Let them go

I'm not that person anymore
Inhale deeply to my gut
Breath in new interpretation
Healing in the present of the past

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-073Z)

Monday, March 12, 2018

Alarm Clocks


Alarm Clock (18-071A)

Toss 'n turn
Heavy eyes weigh down
Shrill alarm
Sounds within

Thoughts rapidly oscillates
Klaxon reverberates
Memories long suppressed
Finally stir

Insides stretch
Slumber's shackles broken
Arise spirit within
Hope shakes

Courage caresses heart
Love strengthens
Coronation day
Take rightful place

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-071A)

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Red Bricks


Red Bricks (18-069B)

Walled off heart
A brick for each micro-trauma
Foundation of rejection and shame

Hand withdrawn
Touch withheld
Another brick mortared

Uncontrolled rage
Unsafe memories etched
Another brick set

Trained to filter
Through fear, trauma, abuse
More bricks

World askew
Can't feel - joy or pain
Bricks secure around heart

Prisoner in cell
Personally built
Only see red bricks now

Heart shipwrecked
Until that day
Brick wall cracks

Bricks shaken
At foundation
Hope awakens

Wall pushed down
No more frown
Bricks 'n rubble all around

Liberation comes
Joy's a crown
Heart found

Bricks redeemed
New name written
Transformed to altar

Offer up sacrifice
Of praise for deliverance
Upon what had bound

Reclaimed what imprisoned
No more sorrow or shame
Bricks have a new name

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-069B)

Friday, March 9, 2018

Courage

Courage 18-068Y

Bravery
can be a word
observation spoken

Or a question why
that cuts quick

Or a confession
of the heart

Not knowing
the outcome

Revelation of self
may be rejected

Or vulnerability
pulls close

Intimacy in exposure
secrets of soul reveal

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-069Y)

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Echoes Wash


Echoes Wash 16-200Z

Waiting for their return,
Cut adrift from connection.
Somber light of moon,
As echoes of waves wash memories.

What once was,
Lost.
Who once was,
Undefined.

Salt air cuts,
Into rawness of untouched.
Long forgotten,
Yet remembered.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-200Z)

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Over The Edge


Over The Edge (18-063Z)

Three orange flags
Mark the crash
Deployed air bags
Happens in a flash

Instant of distraction
Truck slides
Can't find traction
Borrow pit collides

On his phone he stares
Perched at the ledge
Sherriff's lights glare
Went over the edge

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-063Z)

About a delivery truck that crashed on our gravel road.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Disco Ball

Disco Ball (18-059)

Love reflects light
Like light off a disco ball
One minute love looks like this
The next it changes with flow to rhythm

Courageously express love
Who I am reflected
Off another into our space
Allow another to shine

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-059)

Friday, March 2, 2018

Arrival


Arrival (18-061B)

Exploration bursts new life
Long barrenness over
Purified in wilderness seasons
Can now see stark terrain crossed

Deep breath at liminal edge
Arid land yields to lush meadows and hills
Springs abundant
Confidently cross over


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-061B)

Security


Security (18-061B)

Full moon reflects my love
Softly exposing winter's sleepiness
Blinds vulnerably open
Silky shadow glow fills our room

Intimate memories rendezvous
Warmth wraps me
All we are embraces me
Securely in our yesterdays, today, and tomorrows

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-061B)

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Daniel


Daniel (18-060Z)

Every time I hear
The song Daniel*
I remember the day on the tarmac
Waiting on the plane at Stapleton

The old headphones
Tethered to the seat
Engines rev up, brakes release
Galloping down the runway

On an adventure of a lifetime
Leaving everyone and everything behind
Soon enough half a world away
In the lush jungle of Papua

As gaze at the stars and unfamiliar constellations
Realize my love was waking
Surreal to be so far away
Ambivalence of being in two places at once

Memories play of 7600 miles away
The panhandle of Nebraska
While present in a highland valley
All unwrapped each time I hear Daniel*

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-060Z)

*Elton John song

From an old fragment of thought I had written down years ago. The lyrics talk about Daniel on a plane; and I heard it while taking off from the old Stapleton airport.