Poem ‘Ways Out’

Ways Out

During those darker days
while Dad dug the earth,
I would stand with him
and dream of the sky,
that it might send an angel
in a shining silver disk
to whisk me away
to some fantastic world,
as far away as possible
from that featureless place

Once my dreams were done
each mournful Sunday night,
that was when I’d watch him
sitting hunched before
his old bespoke radios,
yellow fingers twisting knobs
while turning his ear
to strange sideband sounds,
smirking to Southern drawl charm
engaging cool Transvaal

I knew it was his way out,
released and briefly lost
among the wild waves,
bringing some colour to his world
before I’d hear the clock wind up,
the curtains being drawn

poem and image Β© copyright df barker 2012



  1. Ina · June 7, 2012

    Hi David, this must be your best one so far, it is stunning, the nostalgia and sadness. I love the painting, the figure seems lifted from the background.

    Your father’s escape, you describe so well.
    Those wireless sounds, I remember them and the spooky voices, we got Russian, you could hear Transvaal… wow πŸ™‚


  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words · June 7, 2012

    beautiful art that magickally seeps your thoughts into words
    this ….it is wonderful Dave!
    Take Care


  3. claudia · June 7, 2012

    very cool…could almost see him, sitting in front of that radio, turning knobs, lost in the wild waves…each of us needs a way out of daily routine..sometimes those escapes are far too short though..


  4. susanjanejones · June 7, 2012

    Nostalgic, lovely.


  5. Soma Mukherjee · June 7, 2012

    the beauty,the painting and the poem..each holding its own and playing shadow to other
    loved it πŸ™‚


  6. shanyns · June 7, 2012

    Very cool…love the two points of view in each stanza.


  7. Victoria C. Slotto · June 7, 2012

    Well, David, I tried to click like more than once and it unliked it (always wanted to try, though). I don’t know which I love most–the painting or the poem. Wish I had time to pull out my paints. Thanks for this one.


  8. brian miller · June 7, 2012

    very cool….i had similar dreams of other worlds….your dad at the radio gave me two thoughts…one was listening to star wars on the radio as a kid because that fuelded those dreams…and my uncle having a ham radio that was most fascinating as well to hear him talk to others around the world…


  9. J Matthew Waters · June 7, 2012

    your painting and words are very inspiring. thank you so much.


  10. Colline · June 7, 2012

    I love the painting.


  11. Chazinator · June 7, 2012

    Such desolation in our lives brings desire fir transcendence. I too understand the desire to be whisked away by flying saucers tomunseen places and other worlds. Your father’s radio listening on shortwave(?) is familiar, as well, that strange fascination with distant voices that Paranormal investigators say might even carry the voices of ghosts! Your piem is excellent in how it draws this picture of estrangment, despair, and desire for transcendence. The ending is somewhat sinister, evoking avsense of secrets untold.


  12. pandamoniumcat · June 7, 2012

    This is terrific… I really enjoyed this and tunning out to another world…perfect!


  13. Emma · June 8, 2012

    What a mood you’ve set with this poem, David! And you’ve set it up masterfully with these first two lines:

    During those darker days
    while Dad dug the earth,

    which for me set the tone for the piece and the alliteration here also, with all of the ‘d’ sounds adds to that feeling of darkness. I do love when you pair your poems with your painting also, it adds another dimension to the work…this one is fantastic.


  14. henryclemmons · June 8, 2012

    Ah yes, I’ve seen radios like these as a child at a friends house. We always hoped some outerspaceman would come on and talk to us. Sometimes another voice with another langauge would come on and we would get wide-eyed and hide. I luved your poem. You have great skill. A true poet.


  15. magsx2 · June 8, 2012

    A beautiful poem. πŸ™‚


  16. lscotthoughts · June 8, 2012

    Beautiful imagery of watching our parents age and your painting is just lovely, too, David~


  17. meiro · June 8, 2012

    Love the painting too…..gorgeous.

    warm wishes.


  18. Marissa · June 8, 2012

    Lovely poem and Vividly beautiful art!


  19. Zellie M. Quinn · June 8, 2012

    Beautifully written!


  20. hobgoblin2011 · June 8, 2012

    Very nice. Such a great way to describe those special getaways one can seem to find, they are like different worlds. Thanks


  21. David King · June 8, 2012

    This is super stuff, those first few lines setting the scene are perfectly done and had me wanting more – and more. Great work.


  22. David King · June 8, 2012

    P.S. I’m mad about the watercolour, too. What a bonus!


  23. soulsongsharonlee · June 8, 2012

    Very rich in poignant texture… Thank you.


  24. Laurie Kolp · June 8, 2012

    I really enjoyed this (especially 1st stanza) and the radio connection to aliens…


  25. tashtoo · June 8, 2012

    Amazing take on escaping the world. Out of this world write made even better by the fantastic art!


  26. darkjade68 · June 8, 2012

    Hey, I just wanted to Thank You for Following “The Dark Globe”… It’s June Follower Appreciation Month over there, you should Check it out



  27. The Course of Our Seasons · June 8, 2012

    A thoughtful portrait and remembrance – as a child,Sunday evenings always seemed out of the ordinary – this reminding me of those feelings. K


  28. Mama Zen · June 8, 2012

    Incredible sense of loneliness to this. Beautifully done.


  29. Three Well Beings · June 9, 2012

    I love the child observing the parent. A wonderful theme of imagination and escape. The accompanying painting is lovely, too! Debra


  30. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you so much Debra!


  31. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks so much for this!


  32. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Kathleen, thank you!!!


  33. dfb · June 9, 2012

    I thank you, Tashtoo!


  34. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks very much Laurie!


  35. dfb · June 9, 2012

    I thank you and am grateful.


  36. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks very much David!


  37. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you so much, I’m grateful to you!


  38. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks very much Victoria!


  39. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks very much Brian!!!


  40. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks very much J!


  41. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you very much, I appreciate it!!!


  42. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you very much!!!!!


  43. dfb · June 9, 2012

    I thank you so much, I am grateful!!!


  44. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Emma, once again, thank you so much! I am getting a little behind in looking at other blogs at the moment but will try to catch up soon.


  45. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you Henry, I’m grateful!


  46. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thanks very much Lauren!


  47. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you so much Soma!


  48. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you Meiro!


  49. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you so much Marissa!


  50. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you very much Ina!


  51. dfb · June 9, 2012

    Thank you very much MR!


  52. Betty Hayes Albright · June 11, 2012

    Another great poem, David, that invokes such a vivid image!


  53. timotheous128 · June 11, 2012

    David, this is stunning! The art, the words, the memories – everything! Excellent work, my friend. πŸ™‚


  54. dfb · June 12, 2012

    Thank you so much for this!!!


  55. sevilleestatesflyer · June 12, 2012

    I am reminded of my great-grandfather who spent much of his youth and adult years in the coal mines of southern Indiana.He did develop and succumbed to Black Lung .The work was fraught with danger and total disregard for safety was the motto of the company.


  56. bardessdmdenton · June 17, 2012

    Love this painting…the colors…the texture…the contrasts of the dark figure. And the poem seamlessly takes us from fantasy to reality…in its remembering. A beautiful post in all ways!


  57. brokenpenwriter · June 18, 2012

    excellent, stunning visuals – emotive


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