Brown fields, gold fields
evergreens, tall dead grasses
entirely frost sharpened
The north sides vividly, thickly white
starkly defined
yet
delicately shaped
Freezing north wind blows
clumps of ice covered plant life
fluidly
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Tag: Poem
The Voices
Voices
on voices
over voices under voices
Roaring waterfall
Cataracts falling in never ending waves
bubbling happily excitedly laughingly
living alive
breathing noise in
breathing noise out
Deafening cacophony
Hundreds of students
jammed in a school cafeteria
waiting for final Forensic scores
with clapping sprees, group table drum sessions
laughter whistles talking whoops
yells and tries at cheering
visiting making friends renewing friends
Adults yawn,
smiling at the excitement
at the end of a grueling meet
looking forward to a long drive home
TR
I’ve Spent
four years writing about my new experiences, while living on the high plains in southwest Kansas. It’s no longer new, so I took many of the poems (after spending hours and hours and hours editing the Chosen Ones) and I published them in book form, and the book is now available on Amazon.com. The prose poems are ordered by topic, and are best when read out loud, with a hot cuppa in your hand. A few poems have b/w photos I took on the four-year journey. I designed the cover to simplistically resemble the plains stretched out under an all-encompassing sky. “Wind Dancers” is the title of one piece, about a certain high plains object, but just about everything and everyone, living in this part of the country, are wind dancers.
Refuse to Quit
Our solar path lights
newly covered in snow glow
determinedly ‘neath
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Passion or Enjoyment
Passion defined means
suffering
pain
Quilters do not have a passion
for quilting
instead
they have a great delight
in creating quilts
morning and evening, day in and day out
quilts for kids, grandkids, relatives, friends
graduations, marriages, newborns
and even baby dolls or for walls
I, on the other hand,
do have a passion for quilting
as it is painful on my fingers
takes forever to complete
and the quilts never
ever
finish evenly
TR
Prose Me 