
Waiting for the muse
One word can carry so much
For little reward
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 – blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer

Waiting for the muse
One word can carry so much
For little reward
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 – blogger, writer, poet, artist, astrologer
the oscillation from Apollo’s lips bury me, this womb of glass seas, relief—a meronym of death’s faces the last dream…
“Oscillation” Poem Published in Visual Verse. — Lucy’s Works

Our contact is painful, sporadic,
remote, your response is typical,
and so predictable.
How can such a high IQ
produce an attitude like this?
“Wash your hands,” you’re told.
You ask “how many times?”
Now your silence says it all.
I have always washed my hands,
common sense suggests
such practices are sound, though
now especially when it comes to
you.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Birds go where they wish
Terns can fly from pole to pole
Thoughts go anywhere