Haibun Poem: Amnesia

low angle photo of four high rise curtain wall buildings under white clouds and blue sky
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We found cameras in the rubble
of abandoned buildings
and started shooting.
We lived in ways which never matched 
those plush surroundings,
demolished before our eyes
to make way for the steel and glass –
an inferior civilisation tethered in debt.

Tell me what is real
Our amnesia is profound
Wake up to the dream

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Morning Haiku: Time to Think

neon signage
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There is too much time
time only to think and dream
of how it might be

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Poem ‘Ways Out’

Ways Out

During those darker days
while Dad dug the earth,
I would stand with him
and dream of the sky,
that it might send an angel
in a shining silver disk
to whisk me away
to some fantastic world,
as far away as possible
from that featureless place

Once my dreams were done
each mournful Sunday night,
that was when I’d watch him
sitting hunched before
his old bespoke radios,
yellow fingers twisting knobs
while turning his ear
to strange sideband sounds,
smirking to Southern drawl charm
engaging cool Transvaal

I knew it was his way out,
released and briefly lost
among the wild waves,
bringing some colour to his world
before I’d hear the clock wind up,
the curtains being drawn

poem and image © copyright df barker 2012