just calling this one “nebraska” for now (repost from old blog)(2nd draft)

a nebraska man in a nebraska land
mending his fences
        boots and bib overalls
how carefully he weaves
he turns the dirt with his thick fingers
a ripe black earth 
        the smell of it
the taste of it, all of it
                nebraska
        the wide-rim sky
is his hat, he wears it like a daydream
and this canopy of alfalfa

his winter coat, his face
        both frostbitten 
                and sunburnt
i’m not sure which came first
the man 
        or the land
i can’t separate the two
        in any of my memories
is this a creation of his imagination?
or did these dandelions  
                image him?
a god walks down the sappa creek
as pheasant run between his feet
and a long nebraska wind
        whistles and cymbals                                       
thru the cornstalks and sunflower
waving their feathered petals
        gold and green

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phillip woodruff

i live in colorado, i love poetry and fishing, i've never been to kentucky, i own 5 pairs of shoes, sometimes i drive too fast, i like craft beer, i own 37 fishing poles, i've never been to iceland, sometimes i drive too slow, right now there is a black bird outside my window, i stare at him and he stares at me

18 thoughts on “just calling this one “nebraska” for now (repost from old blog)(2nd draft)”

    1. thank you jyp, how was your break? i’ve been sort of on and off break myself, so i still have a lot of catching up to do. i’ll have to stop your blog this weekend and see what you’ve been up to

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  1. “i’m not sure which came first / the man / or the land” – fantastic. “and a long nebraska wind / whistles and cymbals / thru the cornstalks” Pure gold.

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  2. Beautiful, soothing, medicinal writing. More than ever before, there is a deep need for pieces like this.

    I love the literal meaning but also the idiomatic, metaphorical layer of mending relationships.

    This is a favorite for me, partially because it has musical undertones in my mind:
    “he turns the dirt with his thick fingers
    a ripe black earth
    the smell of it
    the taste of it”

    Also this, and the lines that follow:
    “or did these dandelions
    image him”

    Your writing reminds me so much of Brian Miller’s, which I have told him as well. I do hope you’ll keep posting regularly. Like I said: your work is medicinal.

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    1. glad you liked this shawna, yes, i put a lot of sound into this one… i like it, turned out ok i think. i don’t know who brian is, so i can’t comment on that, but as far as writing consistently, i can not promise that, i have to take breaks, i simple have to, that’s how i function. thanks again!

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  3. This is just wonderful, Phillip. I could feel all the sensory elements coming through so strong. I love these lines in particular:

    “the wide-rim sky
    is his hat, he wears it like a daydream”

    “a long nebraska wind
    whistles and cymbals
    thru the cornstalks and sunflower
    waving their feathered petals
    gold and green”

    Love that ending 🙂

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  4. I absolutely love this especially; “a long nebraska wind whistles and cymbals thru the cornstalks and sunflower waving their feathered petals gold and green.” Kudos!

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  5. As others have said, Phillip, the imagery here is very alive and speaking. It reminds me of how I love the land I live in(even as I have learned to hate so many of its inhabitants) I look at the red dirt, the scrub oaks that will live through anything, feel that overbearing south wind and know part of me is part of that, like the figure in this poem is living most when he is an extension of the landscape.. Sorry to be MIA so much. I find a lot of times I just need to avoid the great Interwebs and their mind-spiders, which unfortunately means I miss poems like this.

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