Gnarly Tree
Gnarly tree life long gone
Stands in memorial
To what once was
Carcass time flogged
Artwork reaching skyward
As run hand over surface
Rough weathered texture
Connect skin with barkless hide
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Shrinking
Shrinking person
Assigns motive and intent
Pride blinds to consider
Always a victim
Hunched behind her desk
Gollumly crouching
Waiting to trounce
Trivial items so she's dismissed
Her anger arises
Her voice starts to raise
Here comes a lecture
Bitter brew spews and nobody cares
She thinks it's intentional
Creates her own mess
No longer has power
Rage has turned sour
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Hewn-man (Human)
-i-
Rough form hewn
Image of a man
A hewn-man
-ii-
Each shaving
Character discovered
A hewn-man
-iii-
Fragments on ground
Uncovered depth
A hewn-man
-iv-
Cooperate excess sluffs off
Bracy each stroke bleeds
A hewn-man
-v-
Each knot amplified
Each scar flavor
A hewn-man
-vi-
Each day refined
Exposure of grain
A hewn-man
-vii-
Beauty drawn out
Buffed and polished
A hewn-man
-viii-
True self known
Revealed in tender strength
A hewn-man
-ix-
Broken in love
Drawn out by Sculptor
A hewn-man
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Orion Greets Me
-i-
Orion greets me
In the early morn
Step out the door
In the Southern sky
-ii-
Orion greets me
One week left
Before he's asleep
When I step outside
-iii-
Orion greets me
Hunting far above
Immense space between
Reminded of smallness
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Two TracksMercy and Grace
Soul in liminal space
Between longing, love, and lust
Pulling you close
Praying mercy and grace
All I haven't been
Not what you deserve
Change comes slowly
Truth hard to see
Been let down
By self and others
Belief comes hard
That can be remade
When mind replays
Past failures and heartaches
Hope comes hard
That love can be renewed
Praying mercy and grace
Pulling you close
Between longing, love, and lust
Souls in liminal space
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Action
-i-
Love expressed in belief
Exposes poser of reason
Can't explain heart and soul
Embrace what really know
-ii-
Love expressed in action
Not a stoic journey
Doesn't yield to scientific method
Yields to heart
-iii-
Love expressed in risk
Overcome past and fears
Laid open and vulnerable
Only way to know
-iv-
Love expressed in passion
Giving self away
Defying logic
Crazy desire to know and be known
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
