To Calli

the cat that showed up at our house, adopted us, and trusted us with her kittens. she passed a few years back, and we are left with just one of her kittens. I hope she knows the joy she and her kittens brought into our lives, for well over 20 years. thinking of you today, Calli, and want to thank you one last time.
 

Free

faces seen in the painting,

not meant to be there,

escaping the brain,

making the long dangerous journey,

to the hand, and brush stroke,

forever free.

 

Storms

 

storms,

no harbor of calm,

just wave after wave,

storm upon storm,

as the days pass by.

 

 

trees and wild flowers in the mountains

 

flower under attack

 

 

@polkspoems     to listen to poems being read by Douglas Polk

                                    Dad'sTinyHome   to purchase paintings by Douglas Polk

old bridge across a creek

 

a bridge across a creek,

symbol of moment in time,

can I go over and then come back,

or am I trapped by the decision made,

as the bridge, rotten and old,

begins to fall into the creek.