Narcissus can’t hold a candle
to me,
at once both King of Colorado —
entitled hobo of Nowhere.
Look there! That’s my face in the sky,
cacti and mesas my sole friends,
watching while I sift through the shards
of cultures few suspect.
Though none believe me now, riches
and the future are mine;
these silent silver craft
haunting me,
they’ll be all around you soon —
I am digging their past.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Beauty always fades
Nothing can last forever
We will stay the same
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
The shaman in me
Collecting wood for the fire
Fall’s communion
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
hidden in the shadeof the willow, I avoidthe sun’s burning kiss Kim M. Russell, 14th October 2020 My response to Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary October 2020: #1835 caught by the call (Hando) Today we are being inspired by Hando’s haiku: caught by the callof the flowers and mountain, I forgethow […]
Hidden in the Shade — writing in north norfolk
Expectant doors in cornice trim Miter hope in architrave frames. Persistent will, opens and close To Janus’ porchlight porticoes Drafting a sanctum in the heart Built to order on Elysium’s lot.
Expectant Doors – A Poem — Suzette B’s Blog
Ciscography 