a rabbit

the rabbit lived,

but all else died,

the future unsure.

hills

hills of sand,

a sacred home to the soul inside of me

secrets

secrets spoken,

but no one heard.

flower

flower beginning to bloom,

or dying on the vine,

does it really matter which

doorway

a doorway to no one knows where

masks

masks,

large and small,

and worn by all

a favorite place

a favorite place,

in the woods,

only big enough for a boy of six

flower

flower,

a lovely red,

lost in a sea of green

lost

lost in a dream,

or nightmare,

hard to know which it is

waves

waves play under the hot summer sun,

soaking up the warmth,

in a hurry

realizing his wife knows he was unfaithful,

he hurries off the page

bridge

a bridge across a creek,

in winter whites,

shivering in the cold

elvis

elvis seen,

a sickly yellow,

hiding in the crowd.

sunset

sunset,

clouds and water,

surround and control it,

until it goes away.

prayers

prayers said,

the monsters frozen in their tracks.

colors on canvas

brush strokes of color,

upon the page,

the mind serene,

as the hand fidgets,

paint brush in hand.

a pond

a favorite pond,

the fish enormous,

the afternoons spent here,

glorious

a couple

a couple,

or just strangers on a page

light into darkness

light into darkness,

the journey quicker than you think.

paint drips

paint drips on the page,

my imagination bursts into flames.

eyes

eyes,

eyes,

everywhere eyes,

staring at me

chicken

a rooster collecting snakes,

or maybe just worms,

a morning snack.

tree in the canyons

tree in the canyons,

all alone,

isolated,

yet happy at home.

dog and friends

dog and friends,

happy for the company

colors on pink

colors on pink,

red, green, yellow and blue,

colors on pink

an early moon

an early moon on an autumn night,

with mist and spirits lurking in the trees

colors melting

colors melting on the page, no boundaries or borders, eventually into black

under the sea

trapped under the sea,

with strange creatures,

peaceful,

in the silence.

a clown

a clown from a child's view,

frightening is all I can say.

boat ramp

a boat ramp on a winter day,

so lonely and sad,

yet beautiful in a somber way.

the earth forms

the moment of creation,

colors present,

primary in all their splendor.

Douglas Polk