Haiku: Quantum Questions

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The deeper I go
the further I go along
to the beginning

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Poem: Age

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You reach a certain age
and assumptions are made.

You don’t need a job
Your mortgage is paid
You’ve had your life
Your opinion doesn’t count
Soon you’ll be gone
and the world will be mine

What kind of world is that?

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: To Be English

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This desperation
The English generations
We’ve known nothing else

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: De Nada

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I come from nothing
a huge spontaneous bang
It’s nothing – really

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Strand

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Haiku: Quantum Questions

The deeper I go
the further I go along
to the beginning

Poem: Age

You reach a certain age
and assumptions are made.

You don’t need a job
Your mortgage is paid
You’ve had your life
Your opinion doesn’t count
Soon you’ll be gone
and the world will be mine

What kind of world is that?

Haiku: To Be English

This desperation
The English generations
We’ve known nothing else

Haiku: De Nada

I come from nothing
a huge spontaneous bang
It’s nothing – really

Poem: Strand

I walk out on to the strand
the only person around,
my shoes sinking some way
in to the fine washed sand.

The world of the town
is stacking high behind me
like multi-coloured pieces
of sweet rock and bubble gum

with the long line of beach huts
parading before them –
those little homes for the English
never wanting for their English tea

and comic newspapers
which they still read and believe.
But none of them are here now.
I’m looking out to the flat horizon,

a line of dark blue beyond
this stretch of local turquoise sea.
Somewhere around here,
maybe even on this easterly shore,

my DNA must have arrived
via Angle, Cimbri and La Tene,
a strand on this strand
in these islands afar.

The deeper I go the further I go along to the beginning

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You reach a certain age and assumptions are made.

You don’t need a job Your mortgage is paid You’ve had your life Your opinion doesn’t count Soon you’ll be gone and the world will be mine

What kind of world is that?

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This desperation The English generations We’ve known nothing else

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I come from nothing a huge spontaneous bang It’s nothing – really

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I walk out on to the strand the only person around, my shoes sinking some way in to the fine washed sand.

The world of the town is stacking high behind me like multi-coloured pieces of sweet rock and bubble gum

with the long line of beach huts parading before them – those little homes for the English never wanting for their English tea

and comic newspapers which they still read and believe. But none of them are here now. I’m looking out to the flat horizon,

a line of dark blue beyond this stretch of local turquoise sea. Somewhere around here, maybe even on this easterly shore,

my DNA must have arrived via Angle, Cimbri and La Tene, a strand on this strand in these islands afar.

Rate this:

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The deeper I go
the further I go along
to the beginning

You reach a certain age
and assumptions are made.

You don’t need a job
Your mortgage is paid
You’ve had your life
Your opinion doesn’t count
Soon you’ll be gone
and the world will be mine

This desperation
The English generations
We’ve known nothing else

I come from nothing
a huge spontaneous bang
It’s nothing – really

I walk out on to the strand
the only person around,
my shoes sinking some way
in to the fine washed sand.

The world of the town
is stacking high behind me
like multi-coloured pieces
of sweet rock and bubble gum

with the long line of beach huts
parading before them –
those little homes for the English
never wanting for their English tea

and comic newspapers
which they still read and believe.
But none of them are here now.
I’m looking out to the flat horizon,

a line of dark blue beyond
this stretch of local turquoise sea.
Somewhere around here,
maybe even on this easterly shore,

my DNA must have arrived
via Angle, Cimbri and La Tene,
a strand on this strand
in these islands afar.