Prairie

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Prairie Dreams

Ronovan’s Décima Poetry Challenge #10 “Sense” In D rhyme spot
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In prairie dreams skies look bluer
The white clouds drift and fade away.
Day is calling from the doorway,
With a promise of adventure.

In the distance rests my future,
Beyond dark worries of the night.
Dreams are calling from bright sunlight,
Past the shadows, beyond the fence.
Chasing dreams only I can sense
With arms outstretched, my soul takes flight!

                                               ©2020 cj holm

https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/06/17/decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-sense/

 

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“Décima” (also known as Espinel) is a Spanish style or form of musical poetry that contains 10 lines of eight syllables.
The style has a rhyming pattern of abbaaccddc. Sometimes you break the stanza up in abba/accddc. The abba/accddc requires either a period or semicolon after the fourth line break.
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Just A Rock

Just a rock placed on a wind-swept post,
Somewhat odd and out of place.
Before it sat on a prairie fence,
It rested from its’ seismic race.
Always watched by sun and sky,
Guarded by sharp thistles and thorns.
Lonely now and all alone,
Lifted high in a awkward pose.
A little piece of a farmer’s thought,
This summer’s whimsy, fantasy art.

                           -Clarence Holm
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Going Home

Words and Image ©2016 - Clarence Holm

Words and Image ©2016 – Clarence Holm

I miss walking along green prairie shores
Miss gazing into deep azure skies.
I yearn for the sun’s healing touch
And witnessing the killdeer’s cry

Just above the skyline, where soft clouds ride
Where wind tracked memories reside.
These harvested acres are missing small farms;
Honeysuckle and rock piles, buried and gone

Pastures and barnyards, good things now past,
Friend now just memories, under a cross.
Shackled recollections now frozen in time
Stamped in my memory, shadows on my mind

Dust on the horizon has clouded the view
My tears cleanse the vista, though heartbreaks remain.
Life is a journey, a stroll down a lane
Good things are coming, that is heaven’s refrain.

-Clarence Holm
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Gathering Time -A Tanka

"The Harvest Moon", a circa 1833 oil painting by Samuel Palmer “It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.” -B. C. Forbes

“The Harvest Moon”, a circa 1833 oil painting by Samuel Palmer
“It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.”
-B. C. Forbes

Gathering Time

September’s night wind
Danced on the prairie meadow
To Autumn’s frost song

Season of the harvest moon
Time of reaper’s finale

-Clarence Holm
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Honeysuckle Pleasure

I walked alone on prairie trail
Through knee high grass in summer.
Feel August sunlight on my neck
And watch the wandering wind.

The shimmering vista stretches for tomorrow
As I dreamed of times before
Conjure sights of ancient herds
Hearing echoes of thunderous hooves

I think of the mighty Tonka
That provided a way of life
Meat and hide, sinew strong
Weaving memories in drummer’s song

The killdeer’s cries a sharp alarm
Turns my attention home
To evening honeysuckle pleasure
That I’ll share with you alone.

-Clarence Holm