I.
Look across heartland’s dry
acres of
dirt.
II.
Precious prairie humus
treasured black
loam.
III.
Heavy downpour cuts land,
stealing rich
soil.
_________
Link to d’Verse with Kelvin’s original “Tilus” form of 3 lines: 6, 3, 1 syllable each.
“Tilus” (tee-loo-hz) means “piece of land” (Finnish) so that’s where I went, naturally.
a poem in my pocket 
May 20, 2014 @ 01:42:26
You use this form so well. So sad! Thanks. k.
May 18, 2014 @ 13:02:50
This really gives a sense of a destitute landscape craving rain, but when it comes there’s always too much of it… Lovely!
May 17, 2014 @ 16:04:11
yes! Just right!
May 17, 2014 @ 00:27:36
You have the form perfectly done—yes! And you are right, Tilus is also a Finish word that means “piece of land”. Fantastic first attempts! Thank you, smiles.
May 17, 2014 @ 01:27:55
Thanks for your inspiration and encouragement, Kelvin…i like your new poetry form!
May 16, 2014 @ 15:34:31
I pictured a farm during the dirty 30s (not that I was around then)…so dry, but when rain DID come, it stripped away what was there, rather than nourishing.
May 16, 2014 @ 12:56:05
So much strength is needed for a farmer.. rain is too little or too much.. love how each tilus showed a different angle to rain and soil