I.
Look across heartland’s dry
acres of
dirt.
II.
Precious prairie humus
treasured black
loam.
III.
Heavy downpour cuts land,
stealing rich
soil.
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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 16, 2014 @ 12:50:25
Thanks to all for your refreshing comments…i ache to see fields erode…hard sometimes for my farmer to take weather as it comes…
May 16, 2014 @ 12:13:51
A nice set. I like the way you gave three different perspectives on the same subject. Rain definitely has a mind of its own….and when there is drought or very heavy destructive rain, it can be so devastating.
May 16, 2014 @ 09:51:38
Deep, deep love of the soil expressed there. Hope the weather calms down for you a little. It feels like it’s going to be another of those years…
May 16, 2014 @ 08:48:08
I like how you make us feel as well as see your ‘piece of land’, lynndiane.
May 16, 2014 @ 07:41:32
i like the contrasting images…specially the 1st and the 3rd one…
May 16, 2014 @ 05:03:44
This form encompasses o many different uses — I like the pictures you have painted here.
May 16, 2014 @ 04:08:50
nice.. the prairie humus one makes me wanna dig my hands in the soil
May 16, 2014 @ 03:43:22
Tilus from the Heartland; poetics with soil lips, how grand. Tilus 2 whispered loudly to me, laughing at my brown thumb; reminding me to think greener.
May 16, 2014 @ 02:53:50
Beautiful portrait of the Midwest. Loved especially the loamy one.
May 16, 2014 @ 02:52:48
the rain gives and takes. its pouring here right now…it will feed the trees…where drought has been and the land is so hard…it would be devastating…