superheroes

egos out of control,

superheroes argue and battle,

attempting to decide you is the best,

the fight endless,

as bodies melt and mold into one,

giant id.

Douglas Polk

rocks

rocks in a pile,

falling on its side,

the earth quakes,

and the mind wonders why the pile does not fall apart.

Douglas Polk

morning after

an atomic sunrise,

is the end near,

nothing secure or clear,

in the early morning fog.


Douglas Polk

searching

his search endless,

hands over head,

hoping to catch the sun,

and shine it where darkness reigns.

Douglas Polk

band leader

a symphony of music,

captured on the page,

the band leader in tails,

loses his head,

in the melody.


Douglas Polk

colors bright

on the page,

a party of color,

so bold and beautiful,

makes the eyes smile.


Douglas Polk

Old windmill

Old and ignored,

Left to fall on its own,

No thank yous for the job done,

A monument to progress.

Douglas Polk