Winter Moon
moves behind cloud —
perspective
Copyright Francis 2021
Haiku (Irregular): Winter Moon
Tag: clouds
Haiku (Irregular): Snow Clouds
Haiku: Clouds
Suggestive shaped clouds
A glorious mixed palette
Waiting for the show
Copyright Francis 2020
‘Stillness, Tranquility, Serenity, Peace’ Meditative Words and Imagery
Inspirational and meditative 8 x 10 inch image for digital download on Etsy. Ideal for wall art and hanging.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
‘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
Haiku: Weeping Sky
Haibun: A 2020 Vision
He took me up high into the clouds
to show the four corners of the earth.
As far as the eye could see,
the great extent of the cosmos –
the perfection of His design.
Then I knew this was no accident.
My destiny was written;
to be present to witness the coming change.
Waking up is birth
Vast vision lays out the truth
Glory eternal
copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haiku: On Clouds
Remember that face
Features unmistakable
On clouds descending
copyright Francis Barker 2020
‘Clouds’: Sunday Thinking
I believe you were calling me,
that young boy lying on his parents’ bed,
dreaming on clouds and patches of sky,
reading parables while others were out riding,
fishing or up to some other mischief.
I was alone, a misfit, a seeming solitaire
who was later gifted a wife and a son,
my greatest treasures. I hope that they,
through my eccentric faith
which has wandered far, will be
blessed too on that awesome day when
different clouds will descend from heaven’s blue.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haiku: The Waiting Game
Sitting on our hands
Waiting for the clouds to clear
How long must we wait?
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Poem ‘Flux’
The window is
ajar,
just enough to
let in some air, to
tantalise the cat
hooked by
night’s soft invitation.
Something outside
is burning, hangs
in the yielding light, though
I’ve never
seen those crimson clouds
phase
to dusky pink
and then to grey.
It’s a flux which
eludes me
every time.
Magic, you might say,
like being in space,
and now
© copyright David F. Barker 2012
