the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Thursday 8 November 2012

Douglas Polk - 3 Poems


The Foreigner

Her features fine,
delicate like china,
new to this land of dust and sky,
never hugged or touched,
for fear of breaking her,
She did not belong in the roughness of the prairie,
She belonged to a place,
where men could stop and marvel at her beauty,
instead of staring at her with  sun baked eyes,
or touch her with callous hands.

A Drive-In Movie

A movie date,
at the drive in,
free to explore,
no nosy neighbors,
getting secret kicks,
bras unhooked,
without embarrassment,
tears shed,
during the death scene,
if it helps get one to third base,
intimacy shared,
the only worries,
dropping popcorn,
or spilling soda,
in the family car,
a station wagon.

A Fantasy

A fantasy this day shall never end,
or I never die,
or age,
and ache with old age,
the magic not fantasy,
but reality,
exists in the mind’s eye,
the soul,
seeing and keeping the dream alive,
life a precious gift,
magical and fleeting,
love the maker of magic,
to be shared and spread down through the ages.

Biography: Douglas Polk is a poet living in the wilds of central Nebraska with his wife and two boys. He has had numerous poems, three books of poems, and two children's books published. Poetry books are: In My Defense, The Defense Rests and On Appeal. The children's books are: The Legend of Garle Pond and Marie's Home.