Haiku: A Question of Trust

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Morning Haiku: Time to Think

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There is too much time
time only to think and dream
of how it might be

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Poem: Smoking

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He sits smoking in his room,
fingers like the jaundiced walls
of degradation.
Staring out of windows
will serve for entertainment,
hope lies in the sound
of crunching steps on the gravel,
a letter falling on the floor,
until the day he can make that trip
no more

Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Me? In A Red Corvette?

Our loft, apart from being a mess, can sometimes turn out to be a proverbial treasure trove. Well, not exactly!

We all love to look and dream about red sports cars, especially an iconic red Corvette, naturally, don’t we?

I look at this red Corvette most days, pick it up and look at the lines, imagining I’m somewhere in the Mid West cruising along Route 66, or some long open highway with only mesas, inselbergs and the odd raptor for company, the shapes of distant mountains blue in the background.

One day our dreams may become come to fruition.

Haiku: Waiting For The Sun

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Haiku: A Question of Trust

Morning Haiku: Time to Think

There is too much time
time only to think and dream
of how it might be

Poem: Smoking

He sits smoking in his room,
fingers like the jaundiced walls
of degradation.
Staring out of windows
will serve for entertainment,
hope lies in the sound
of crunching steps on the gravel,
a letter falling on the floor,
until the day he can make that trip
no more

Me? In A Red Corvette?

Our loft, apart from being a mess, can sometimes turn out to be a proverbial treasure trove. Well, not exactly!

Haiku: Waiting For The Sun

Waiting for the sun
January’s blues so deep
A time in limbo

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There is too much time time only to think and dream of how it might be

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He sits smoking in his room, fingers like the jaundiced walls of degradation. Staring out of windows will serve for entertainment, hope lies in the sound of crunching steps on the gravel, a letter falling on the floor, until the day he can make that trip no more

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Our loft, apart from being a mess, can sometimes turn out to be a proverbial treasure trove. Well, not exactly!

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Share this:

Waiting for the sun January’s blues so deep A time in limbo

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Share this:

There is too much time
time only to think and dream
of how it might be

He sits smoking in his room,
fingers like the jaundiced walls
of degradation.
Staring out of windows
will serve for entertainment,
hope lies in the sound
of crunching steps on the gravel,
a letter falling on the floor,
until the day he can make that trip
no more

Waiting for the sun
January’s blues so deep
A time in limbo