‘Clouds’: Sunday Thinking

down angle photography of red clouds and blue sky
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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

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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