the river revisited

the river revisited once again,

this time in watercolors,

the oil paints,

left in their case.

Douglas Polk

a farmer and his wife

a farmer puffs his pipe,

while his wife fights her rage,

trapped indoors,

with cooking and cleaning,

the jealous monster must be controlled.

Douglas Polk

reflections

reflections in the sun,

tree covered hills,

waiting for the wind to blow.

Douglas Polk

a couple

a couple prepares to leave,

the woman begins to pack,

the man angry,

to start again.

Douglas Polk

fog

fog over the city,

both water and sky,

the answer not spoken,

or was the question,

why.

Douglas Polk

masks

masks upon the page,

different colors,

yet all the same.

Douglas Polk

canyons

canyons to the sound,

the soil is bad,

by holy,

stones where angels tread.

Douglas Polk