Distractions in the Gaps

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Diversions of subversions
Of the versions that I know
Submerges my disturbance
In conversion of the hole

©K Barr

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This Hallowed Eve

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This addled Hallowed Eve
Brings the autumn moon wheel turning
The heavy levity
Of our buried Earth
Ourselves
Bedded down in grave weights to heft
And heave around
The slow crank of turning
That Yearns for change
To re-arrange our senses so
New sensibility can sharpen
At the biting edge
Of winds that wind in winter
Blowing into difference
A new heart breathing
With such fire of a minds clime
Refreshed
This addled Hallowed Eve
©K Barr

The Lodger Lodged

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Theres a lodger wedged
Between my joins
My pieces which
do not quite fit
He took-up residence for free
When nobody was looking he
Slipped into the quiet spaces
Places where my parts should meet
In greeting be between
My bits he drives apart
My heart
To start in stopping
Bid to rout him out
But see such swimming seas
That breached my feet
Before he meet
My fear to drown…
Allow instead
His head
A crown inside
My mind I find his cruelty
Reigns my maze
In haze of days
That wither wayard
To my down between
My parts that do not join.

© K Barr

Absolution

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When absolutes have been absolved
And all resolve to go is gone
And deeds are needed
Never to be done
No longer thought
To crystallize
Into conception
Formalise the unformed
Unravelled thread that runs
To wisp of thin
Transparency
No apparition there.

© K Barr

Harvest

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Big bellied with burying fruit
The burst of bush in luscious
Rush of blushing bough
Hangs low so ruddy
In rude of ripe and readied
With weighted flesh
To pluck the burst of sweet
Sensations rapt in
This the livid
Taste of love

© K Barr