Broad Horizon

Broad Horizon

 

Stillness of snow covered prairie

seeps into weary bones

solitude's silence once again

draws out cluttered thoughts

 

Western Nebraska's broad horizons

swallow up the day's worries

burden laid upon yoke

refreshing inner calm

 

Fingers of snow drifts iced over

protrudes along property line

chaos of wind driven fury resisted

lover's warmth melts the sting

 

Intimacy's embrace in oneness

under brisk open sky

restores sense of oneness

emptiness absorbs all dissonance

 

Renews what's been taken

refills what's been freely given

peace washes fluidly beneath

broad horizon's invitation

 

Leaving soft pastel colors

brushed upon once heavy memories

transforming the meaning

of what has been

 

Poem 20-037B

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Nebraska Love Affair

Nebraska Love Affair

 

A Nebraska love affair

with barren prairie

once despised

now a healing balm

 

Seen with new eyes

touched by stark beauty

silence draws out treasure

exposes longings buried

 

The Oregon Trail adventure

each day's a journey leaves

litter of unnecessary baggage

to lighten spirit's load

 

Burying the dead

left along the way

a price willingly pay

in hope of the promise land

 

Tall grass

hypnotizing sway

relaxes the mind

beneath molasses sky

 

Today the prairie calls

mountain peaks outline fading horizon

muffled sorrow as cross

where previous generations wouldn't pass

 

No regrets knowing the risk as

some refuse the invitation

and choose to be left in the past

face the grief of the unknown

 

Life and health before me

just walk the trail today

lightly travel each hour

all extra weight cast away

 

Poem 20-037C

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Perception

Perception

Yellow bloom of dandelion

peers above green blades

one man's weed

is another's flower

Poem 20-164A

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Ink

Ink

My fountain pen ran out of ink

leaving the page empty

as I ponder what spills

without pen or paper

only to be written

upon the heart

At times a sacredness

in just sitting with poems

that are never meant for the page

to sing in deep resonance

that purges the busy mind

stringing words together

that will never be spoken

Poem 20-162y

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