man of the soil

formed of elements
found in dirt

humble dust
on torn tee shirt

patient farmer
works fertile soil

all year harvesting
hope for toil

plant every spring,
gather in fall

watch crops grow
green, all stand tall

by sweat of brow
coax life from sod

till soul returns
to soil’s God.


We’re playing in the dirt with Bjorn for dVerse poetics this week…

don’t taste the slush

 

gutter drips

january thaw

snow piles are shrinking away

sun warms bare branches of naked trees

dirt exposed

 

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Like cinquain: 5 lines, but “oddly”modified syllable pattern (see previous post).

Linking to Tony’s “meeting the bar” challenge at  d’VersePoets!

 

a piece of land

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.