
A few daubs called art
It’s a happy accident
A beholder stares
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 — Creator: blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer

A few daubs called art
It’s a happy accident
A beholder stares
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 — Creator: blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer

Waiting for the muse
One word can carry so much
For little reward
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 – blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer
the oscillation from Apollo’s lips bury me, this womb of glass seas, relief—a meronym of death’s faces the last dream…
“Oscillation” Poem Published in Visual Verse. — Lucy’s Works

Our contact is painful, sporadic,
remote, your response is typical,
and so predictable.
How can such a high IQ
produce an attitude like this?
“Wash your hands,” you’re told.
You ask “how many times?”
Now your silence says it all.
I have always washed my hands,
common sense suggests
such practices are sound, though
now especially when it comes to
you.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020