By: Duane L Herrmann

MY SOUL CRIES

On that true
and radiant morn,
that moment
of inception,
I sobbed –
knowing
separation
was approaching
and I would forget
our oneness,
only a longing
for union
would remain.
Agony. Agony!
How could I endure
separation
until Eternity?
I still cry.

NATURE TAKES ITS OWN

Silence of the season:
birds have fled,
insects froze,
frogs buried
themselves in mud.
Wind in bare
branches, grasses
rustling sounds.
Time of change,
seasons turning
from growth to rest
as if nature
holds its breath,
taking stock:
what will next year grow,
become again, new?
New life?
New way of life?

GEESE AGAIN

Geese loudly overhead
circling
with setting sun.
One more exercise
before night,
or warm up
for next flight?
Do they know?
One heads away:
flock following;
vees not yet
recognizable,
but slowly
several form,
coalesce
and join.
Off now!
In formation!

PRAIRIE FREE

Rolling prairie –
sheltered vales and creeks –
hilltop expanse
of sky and sky and sky
with glass blowing, waving
under wind,
constant wind.
The soul soars
into expanse
of Heaven
and one knows
humility
in the face
of vast reaches:
land and sky
spreading out
forever –
soaring!

NIGHT CRIES

Cries for help
and wailing
from all sides
so cold, it was so cold
we were wet
and freezing
as they in the water, too.
So dark, nothing
to see below stars
once the ship went down.
Slowly, cries diminished
one by one,
but still rang,
and continue
decdes later.
Erase that night….
Erase those cries….
Erase the pain!

WHEN WILL COME

Wind, grass, blowing
waves across the land –
ancient ocean echoes
in modern farm form.
Rustling heads of wheat
whisper secrets so,
so profound that we
can never, never know.
Solitary tree stands
on the edge in watch
with one dry leaf
dancing on the road
with dust drifts –
drought is so long.
When will rain,
life giving need,
come gently, slowly
as good rain will.

A GOOD DAY

Any day a poem comes
and graces me
with words and wit,
is a good day.
More than one,
exceptional!
How can I write,
prepare them rooms,
open heart
for those to come?
When I fail
I languish
bereft
in loneliness.
Come! Poem come!
Entertain again
myself and more.
I’m eager!!!