Leaves of Grass

Running fingers
Through
Tender
Shaggy
Leaves of grass

Touching tips
Feel
Smooth
Rough
Leaves of grass

Observing eyes
marvel at
Green
Glossy
Leaves of grass

Listening ears
Notice tiny
Wind
Whispers
Through leaves of grass

Scenting nostrils
Recognize
Newly
Shorn
Leaves of grass

Tasting buds
Relish
Juicy
Living
Leaves of grass


Ken Goree

Riding Down the Road

Riding down the road
Wind on skin
Bandana pops,
Snaps
Whips

Riding down the road
Goose flesh thrill
Exhaust roars
Thunders
Pounds

Riding down the road

Troubles lose hold
Tension fades
Relaxes
Calms

Ken Goree

Primal

Understanding
Found in my
Fascination for
Motorcycle’s
Power

Visceral
Pounding of
Piston in cylinder
Jarring
Thunder

Ancestral
Instinct to
Seek out rhythm
Strength and
Pounding beat


Ken Goree

Stop

How many times
Does it happen
That awe in creation
Screams Stop!
Pull over
Get out
And drink in
With all
Senses
Silver moonlight spotted Strawberry fields
Oceans of white snow geese blanketing a pasture
Swirling murky power of a storm swollen river
Liquid thunder of a speeding avalanche

A glorious mountain basin so big, God must live there
One lone purple flower clinging to a jagged cliff’s face

Do we have the

Courage
to

Stop?

Ken Goree

My Lake

I’d love to spend some time outside

Communing with the fishes

Reclining in a rocking boat
One of my many blisses

The small waves lapping on the side
Thoughts of work condemn

Each wavetop bears, a tiny spark

Each of them a gem

The rocking of the metal boat
And sun on me warming
Sinks me down toward a nap
Such sweet dreams are forming

And when I wake to tugging line
I was feeling splendid

In really felt like déjà vu

Just like my dream had ended


Ken Goree