underwater

underwater,

a red creature attached to a ship,

while creatures sleep,

and a virgin tells a story.

Douglas Polk

a boy

a boy,

the world upon his back,

worries,

and responsibilities,

and all he wants,

 . . .only to be a boy.

Douglas Polk

blurring

the camera blurry,

does no justice to the painting,

leaving one to wonder,

why?

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a waterfall

a waterfall,

or flower,

dynamic and new,

the paint,

alive with emotion.

Douglas Polk

walking

walking in a dream,

the imagination on fire,

happy to be alive,

and asleep.

Douglas Polk

monkey

in darkness,

the monkey waits,

hiding its identity,

hoping ever to be discovered.

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river

river,

hidden in hills of sand,

a memory,

or a dream,

wonderful,

and missed in the very core.

Douglas Polk

ants

ants on some fruit,

and some plants,

marking their territory,

and waiting reinforcements.

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bugs

bugs,

happy and gay,

go about their day,

content with who their are,

and what their lives will be.

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a rabbit

a rabbit,

hiding from a croc,

the rest of the painting,

waits,

with breath held,

awaiting the outcome.

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a ghost

a ghost or a clown,

waiting,

hoping for a change,

to express the longing,

and the anger,

inside . . .

Douglas Polk

spirits

spirits flow,

haunting the plains,

and the memories,

of a proud and noble nation.

Douglas Polk

a disorganized mind

the colors on the page,

beautiful,

but with no rhyme or reason,

the portrait,

of a mind,

lost and confused.

Douglas Polk

skeletons

beautiful,

but only remnants of a life once lived,

skeletons found on the pond floor.

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a tree

a tree,

in the park,

sundown begins,

the cold night,

begins . . .

Douglas Polk

the prisoner

the prisoner,

wrapped in chains,

screams in his isolation,

silence echoing his screams . . .

Douglas Polk

dogs and cats

dogs and cats,

playing a game of hide and seek,

bored,

time seems eternal . . 

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birds

birds,

searching for water to drink,

in the hot sun,

while time stretches before them,

and night fall.

Douglas Polk

insects

insects,

crawling on the page,

leaving clues along the way.

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birds and frogs

birds and frogs,

and other creatures,

incomplete,

or vague upon the page,

faded and tired.

Douglas Polk

a worm

a worm awakens,

clutching its leaf,

strange and new,

the world around it,

wondering,

why?

Douglas Polk

rebel

the rebel,

on bend knee,

prays before his end,

flowers grow,

providing him comfort.

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tortured

with tortured brushstrokes,

the painting complete,

a masterpiece of pain,

eternal for all to see.

Douglas Polk

lost souls

lost souls,

in search of truth,

and reason,

face obstacles beyond belief,

or maybe the secret,

to believe.

Douglas Polk

in darkness

behind the mask,

unseen,

in darkness,

clues,

exist only in the lines,

covered in darkness.

Douglas Polk

captives

trees captive to the wind,

forced to move and adapt,

to the wind's demands.

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faces

the face of a clown,

or a dog,

or the soul,

unknown for sure,

but frightening,

never the less.

Douglas Polk

doubts

doubts like ghosts,

flow in the back of the mind,

seen only out of the corners of the eye,

causing uncertainty.

Douglas Polk

a tree

a tree,

awakens to the dawn,

alone and isolated,

death all around,

wondering,

what lies ahead.

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overseer

the overseer,

watching and waiting,

hopeful,

his power will remain pure.

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chaos

the voices,

a garble of sound,

no order,

or structure,

only noise.

Douglas Polk