
Nature will provide
There’s enough for you and me
Riches all around

haiku and images ©copyright rp 2016

Nature will provide
There’s enough for you and me
Riches all around

haiku and images ©copyright rp 2016

The other day I had cause
to open your wardrobe and shoes
fell out like maggots
from a corpse.
New shoes
old shoes
blue shoes
broken shoes.
A pair for every day of the year
it seemed.
Try as I might
I couldn’t get them all back, for
I don’t have your gift
for packing or hoarding. So I
put some in my wardrobe
because I don’t buy any shoes.
poem and image ©copyright rp 2016

A light held aloft
nature’s path to liberty
treasure in a field
words and picture ©copyright rp 2016
The gerberas you were given
had all wilted within two days.
The thought that counted
didn’t linger beyond its significance,
save to remind you to move on,
that old things are thrown away

Don’t hold out a torch
for me, I am not free of blame. This
is the dance of life where all are
culpable, soon to be drowned in
washes, the mangling gears
of pain. But who knows, these maelstroms
might be wormholes, revealing other
worlds and tableaux of night; dressings
of props across cold stone walls, taken
and rebuilt from dishevelled remains.
And where bards once played on stages,
hidden behind arras stitchings
and nom de plumes, we are all still
mere punters in pits macabre, holding
torches for celebrity – look at them, drunk,
high up with their gods of gold
© poem copyright David F. Barker 2013