Poem ‘Flux’

The window is
ajar,

just enough to
let in some air, to

tantalise the cat
hooked by

night’s soft invitation.
Something outside

is burning, hangs
in the yielding light, though

I’ve never
seen those crimson clouds

phase
to dusky pink

and then to grey.
It’s a flux which

eludes me
every time.

Magic, you might say,
like being in space,

and now

© copyright David F. Barker 2012

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32 thoughts on “Poem ‘Flux’

  1. This seems a bit different from some of your other poetry, David. I like it alot- the voice in it, it’s a bit mournful and feels contemplative – private in a way. It reminds me also of Robert Creeley a little with the phrasing you’ve chosen and the way you’ve used enjambment- which I really love. Enjambment can do so much for a poem, I find, when it is used just so- like you’ve used in here. Just a wonderful poem.

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  2. Bless you, Emma, I really appreciate your comments. I will have to look at Robert Creeley’s work, I hardly know a line! I think I’m probably a little too Anglo-centric. I must read wider than I do. Yes, I am trying to be experimental, using techniques like enjambment etc, but there is always the problem of ‘do I publish on blog or not?’ Thank you Emma. Take care.

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