April 20, 2015

Two Poems by Douglas Polk

Morning Drizzle

a morning drizzle,
raindrops,
soft and tender,
fall to the ground,
bring to mind,
tears by a graveside,
celebrating a long gentle life,
now done,
the magic unending,
alive in the rain.




The Cottonwood

biggest tree in the county,
almost a first memory,
here when great grandfather first settled,
a lonely sentinel on the plains,
a meeting spot in the day,
picnics and church revivals,
now more a memory,
than an actual tree,
trunk rotten,
dead branches on the ground.





Douglas Polk is a poet living in the wilds of central Nebraska with his wife and two boys, two dogs and four cats. Polk has had over 700 poems published in over 100 publications within the last five years. Polk was nominated for pushcart awards in 2012, 2013.

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