No rain for two months
The summer was long and hot
Nature’s innocence
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haiku Poetry: ‘Forest Fire’
Category: poems
The Tall and Sturdy Oak Tree — Primitive Poetry (Reblog)
Through the iron bars I can seeThat tall and sturdy oak tree.Though these bars are rustedAnd my cellmate untrusted,That tree stands tall and meanIn that wild field of green. A remembrance to men like meThat at one point we were free.Tall and sturdy, green and rootedTill one day to jail we were booted.For a crime […]
The Tall and Sturdy Oak Tree — Primitive Poetry
***Reblogged by Francis Barker, poet.
‘vehemence, — Jojo Al-waealy (Reblog)
I’m one of the few in a madding crowd, as they pour their eyes on me I shake my head out within the cloud. To not trust me by sight, but feel the relent of sacred night. As I speak not for al; I have my words not spoken loud. For this I’m not proud. […]
‘vehemence, — Jojo Al-waealy
***Reblogged by Francis Barker, blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer.
‘The Silence’ — a poem
The gentle rush of rain
breaks the silence,
soon joined by the cat lapping —
unseen.
Then both are gone;
I watch the miles thick cloud
parading overhead,
dark autumn leviathans
shunting in from the west. Yes,
sometimes the silence gets to me,
it isn’t what I crave.
A silent mind is creative, some say,
then how is darkness a friend?
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 — a creator fond of poetry
Poem: ‘Handbags’
She breezes in
as if no crisis were enveloping.
I’m asked to comment
on the bright red handbag,
glitzy, chic — expensive,
as it’s thrust in my face.
I look at her clothes,
the mask which cost more
than dinner for two.
And then the eyes. What do I see?
Nothing but sadness, emptiness
behind those roundels of blue.
So of course, the handbag is fine,
and that’s what I say, though
it’s far more than I would pay.
Gratified, she scoots off
without once asking how I am
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
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