Haiku: November Woes

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Away November
You are death’s epitome
Harbinger of cold

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: The Old Shed

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In my head I still make the journey
to your shed, to quiver at those
huge summer spiders and smell

the creosote and guano, to wonder
at your tools all cleaned and
oiled, a hanging display of your mind.

But now through this filthy
fissured window,
the late butter sun gleams low – and look

there she is, bent over,
with the tin bath I bathed in as a boy. And
there’s our washing to take in

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: The Meaning of Life

I look for meaning
I never find an answer
I am just living

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Impermanence

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It is a slow fade
from bright lights and total care
to an uncaring dotage
We ride this uncertain wave
into the darkest twilight

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Flu Jab

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Category: poems

Haiku: November Woes

Away November
You are death’s epitome
Harbinger of cold

Poem: The Old Shed

In my head I still make the journey
to your shed, to quiver at those
huge summer spiders and smell

the creosote and guano, to wonder
at your tools all cleaned and
oiled, a hanging display of your mind.

But now through this filthy
fissured window,
the late butter sun gleams low – and look

there she is, bent over,
with the tin bath I bathed in as a boy. And
there’s our washing to take in

Haiku: The Meaning of Life

I look for meaning
I never find an answer
I am just living

Tanka: Impermanence

Poem: Flu Jab

the strength of the wind
kidded me it was cold
I so didn’t need that coat

oh, so I get two forms to fill in
two people to see
two ways
to cover themselves

I have to pay up front
and me a man of little means

he says common flu
has an avian origin too

in that case is this the queue?
the next one’s for bird flu

Away November You are death’s epitome Harbinger of cold

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In my head I still make the journey to your shed, to quiver at those huge summer spiders and smell

the creosote and guano, to wonder at your tools all cleaned and oiled, a hanging display of your mind.

But now through this filthy fissured window, the late butter sun gleams low – and look

there she is, bent over, with the tin bath I bathed in as a boy. And there’s our washing to take in

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I look for meaning I never find an answer I am just living

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the strength of the wind kidded me it was cold I so didn’t need that coat

oh, so I get two forms to fill in two people to see two ways to cover themselves

I have to pay up front and me a man of little means

he says common flu has an avian origin too

in that case is this the queue? the next one’s for bird flu

Rate this:

Share this:

Away November
You are death’s epitome
Harbinger of cold

In my head I still make the journey
to your shed, to quiver at those
huge summer spiders and smell

the creosote and guano, to wonder
at your tools all cleaned and
oiled, a hanging display of your mind.

But now through this filthy
fissured window,
the late butter sun gleams low – and look

there she is, bent over,
with the tin bath I bathed in as a boy. And
there’s our washing to take in

I look for meaning
I never find an answer
I am just living

the strength of the wind
kidded me it was cold
I so didn’t need that coat

oh, so I get two forms to fill in
two people to see
two ways
to cover themselves

I have to pay up front
and me a man of little means

he says common flu
has an avian origin too

in that case is this the queue?
the next one’s for bird flu