Haiku: Prague Culture
Prague old square on a recent visit, a wonderful city.
Now this is culture
a legacy of substance
What shall survive us?
copyright Francis Barker 2019
Poet
Now this is culture
Tanka: Bloom
Photo by Oleg Magni on Pexels.com
Flowers by themselves
bloom without trying or care
They are all in tune
To grow strong within nature
How else could we truly be?
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
Poem ‘I could live with it’
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I could live with it,
I mean an endless sun,
sipping cool pina coladas
in bottlegreen shade,
watching boats and glimmers
on the steady seas,
smiling abroad in January
like it was wilting June
Yes, right now I could go for that,
especially in this reluctant spring,
where complaints about drought
are already here.
Hosepipe bans hit headlines
while I watch daffodils being battered
and bowed by sheets of savage rain.
And I’m pestered
by cats attacking bare feet;
like me, they’re already tired
of watching drops clatter on sills.
Unlike me, they resort
to playing hide and seek,
upstairs and then down—
flying all around.
I’m sure they think it’s me
with the weather remote
and today I wish it was
poem © copyright df barker 2012
