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.

 

scratchings