Breath

Breath

Waves erase footprints

  sand smooth brown once again

No one knows of inner shores walk alone

  solitude of dark nights of the soul

Soothing surf draws in and releases out

  each exhale pulls inner poison out

Graciously revived as inhale

  that might live again

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    #highplainspoet

Waterfall's Cleansing

Waterfall in Spearfish Canyon

          Waterfall's Cleansing

Pouring over sheer rock,
Plunging from such height,
Splitting light,
Multicolored aura fills the air.

Tumbling of rock,
Carving out a path,
Washing away,
Edges smooth.

Awe and wonder of life,
Pouring over the soul,
Smoothing jagged edges of mind,
Cleansing in the Water of Life.

Drink deep at the pool's edge,
Wade in a little deeper,
Cool cleansing flow,
Purges sooty soul.

Hope awakens deep within,
Captivated in the beauty,
What has been purified,
What will be set free.

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

This poem is about the letting go as launch children from the "nest." Our first child to leave home to complete college this past week. A time of celebration and of sorrow, a season of change.

Ashes Remain

Abandoned House with 20 Years of Hoarding Up in Smoke

Ashes Remain

Shift in the wind,

Fire cleansed,

Wood, hay, and stubble,

Ashes remain.

Dross removed,

Not how imagined,

Life is short,

Ashes remain.

Twenty years hoarded,

Twenty minutes consumed,

Fire tested,

Ashes remain.

Worthless treasures,

Weighed and measured,

Found wanting,

Ashes remain.

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