I am tired of this life
of noir
the greyness of sealskin
pulled taught over my face
this indoor sterility staring
through smeared glass
So go on, batter me flat
O wind and rain
I’ll live out visceral dreams
before plagues of locusts
blot out this pretending sky
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
We are finally near the end of 2020, which has been quite a year. The reason that this year has been so difficult is that we are in a time of transition. For more information about this transition, see: 2020 – An Earth-Shattering Year This year will culminate in a Jupiter/Saturn conjunction, which is also […]
Transits – October 16 to November 29, 2020: The Homestretch — The Stars Within Their Courses
October in its beauty carries a message of constant change. Everything that starts is, in the end, going to be replaced by something new. There are two things for certain: change and death. Death releases space and resources for a new generation of life. Time keeps going, even if we have stopped. Merciless ticking and […]
2020 — Figuretry
The mime artist confronts me,
lithe and contorting,
nuancing as best she can
with her eyes.
Masked and distanced,
her gestures rage out loud
and proud,
yet I do not understand,
I can’t even take her hand
to console, to reassure;
so now she’s rubbing her eyes
with feigned clenched fists
but the sorrow doesn’t translate;
such sobbing falls on deaf ears,
yet it screams to my soul:
She’s in her world, I’m in mine,
dimensions apart,
both of us born again infants
deprived of facial cues.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
*dVerse: Let your words ring out. I taken a ‘left field’ approach.
This year’s no excuse
Decency is eternal
Manners maketh Man
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
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