Spring

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My holy broken

Open soul

Has birthed this spring

My heart anew

Horizon from the dearth

Of frosted turpitude

Unearthed the core

Of me that calls for more

Discovery unbind

Esprit de Coeur

Before the fall

Takes all of us

Into the dark

Depository dust

Of done lays down to die

©K Barr

Stale of Mated my Myself

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This edge

Of sharp

That cuts so deep

Is buried in the breath

Of me

In side

The inner sigh

So soft

In me it ties

To tight

Stays out of sight

And under sound

Is only ever

Found inside the mound

Of me the knot

Of what I not

Accept inception

In the deep I fear

The creeping

Of the steeped

So seeping can’t be

Peeping teeming

At the seams of me

If only ever

I could truly

Weep my way

To sleep in peaceful

Piece of me

The dearly held

The cast the cost

The cutting edge

Of it the wedge

Is lodged and never

Gets to rest

The lot inside

In tied to keep

In chide this edge

Inside the hide

So deep and could be

Other wise of wide

Of me in check to stale

Of mated by myself

In hate of me

© K Barr

This Cover Try

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Why

For the lie

Do I cry?

With a sigh

I

Do not know

How to go

In the tracks

Of the cracks

Of the truths

Held to tell

Our selves

Our roots

Enfold all holes

We grow out from

That we belong

Here in this earth

Our birth

Is new and not due

From a dearth

Of what went on

Before we compensate

For loss and space

And race to bend

Each story to our endings

Wills of frailty

Turning churn we wield

Too soon by far

And singing eager

Songs of longings

Fall into with steps of

Dazed amazements

Crazed at what may bloom

Before unfolding out

To breach in full

No covert try

Is here discovered room

Of what in view

And who may be between

In you

Not soon but ripened

To the very more and core

The door of you

Is open out to walk

Right through into… Into…into

©K Barr

After Noon Tea

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Teeming steam from teacup
Torn your face
Across the room
Is broken
Opened up
Forlorn so worn
My smile woke
Your tear to drop
Into the cup
I held for you
We all
Withal
Can fall
A little drop
By little drop
Below
To gather in a pool
Of mutual in
Grief beneath
We weep
For what
We do not know
But only that we lost
The promises
Of long ago
We lost the promises
We made
For fools like us
To try and keep

©K Barr

Is This Is?

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In the beginning
There was no was
And no because
And we
With eyes to see
Our way
Are so distracted
We get lost
Is this the cost?
We have to pay
Each day for light
We make along the way
To lose at ends
Beginnings
Do they lend a hopeful tear?
Whilst here
Are we too dear?
And near to far off
Resolutions
Places with our faces
Writ forever
Or for never
Are we here and done
Becoming all
Or nothing
In the sum of us
We spun

©K Barr