Showing posts with label growth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growth. Show all posts

Sunday, December 5, 2021

Sandpaper
















Sandpaper

Yesterday
I wrote just a phrase
in 0.7mm HB lead
on a yellow sticky note
and that is how
a poem is conceived

Like that first spark
that draws the eye
creative desire plays
with the words

And you ask,
What was the phrase?
"grit comes on sandpaper"

As I mull over the phrase
I think much has been made
about the grit of people - courage, resolve

Yet, just perhaps…
to get to that grit,
the other grit is required
the grit of sandpaper that 
smooths out the rough character

The extra coarseness of 24 grit 
removing the chaff
then moving through the refining
to coarse, medium, fine, and very fine
 
Exposing and polishing the wood grain
highlighting the beauty
that lies just below the surface
so I can accept the stain

Poem 21-337A
#highplainspoet #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife


Sunday, July 12, 2020

Like The Wind

Like The Wind

 

She came in like the wind

and left as evaporating dew

leaving warm green jungle dripping

 

Long after she left

her words soak into soil of soul

like silk brushing cheek

 

Poem 20-177z

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife, relationship, transformation, growth


Thursday, November 7, 2019

Silent


Silent

I've been silent of late
as I ponder broken things
broken people
broken relationships
and my own brokenness

Words seem hollow
like that tree's rotted inner rings
'til it finally breaks in the storm
facade gives way to empty space
time ravenously gnaws away

19-187x
#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife, brokenness, growth, change

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

So Slow

             So Slow

As we journey together on fire
We meld desires
Passion grows
Love ever so slow
Draws out the dross that stains
Exposing deepest pains
Maturity gain
Never be the same

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-111B)