Courage

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Conned tamed containment

In the mass

Belonging makes a coward

Of us all

To leap beyond the breach

In reach of other things

That stretch the will

And break the rounded

Mould of mind

Like eggs that crack apart

To bleed in golden opening

To space with face

Anew and wing of feather

Folded fledged to fly

 

©K Barr

Conned tamed containment

In the mass

Belonging makes a coward

Of us all

To leap beyond the breach

In reach of other things

That stretch the will

And break the rounded

Mould of mind

Like eggs that crack apart

To bleed in golden opening

To space with face

Anew and wing of feather

Folded fledged to fly

 

©K Barr

Conned tamed containment

In the mass

Belonging makes a coward

Of us all

To leap beyond the breach

In reach of other things

That stretch the will

And break the rounded

Mould of mind

Like eggs that crack apart

To bleed in golden opening

To space with face

Anew and wing of feather

Folded fledged to fly

 

©K Barr

Awaken!

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Did I wake

Or was I woken

Did I think or feel

Before I broke the spell

Of being token

Of an effort made

Upon me from another source

That pushed me forth

Into the world experience

Of being born or bearing

Forth myself the author

If write the story

I am written in begin

Or ending sorrows

Loves and all things worth

Return to dusty earth

This song from singer

Or from throng of bigger

Things belonging how

To be set free from me

And you beneath above

All things are lost in love

Enough is it enough

To break the spell

Again and wake the singer

And the song that’s sung

All things begun are equal

Being done and gone to dust

We are indeed as one

 

 

©K Barr

Karma

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I swim

No winning here

But willow weed for hair

I wear that tangles

Up in roots

Like trees too deeply

Tied below and seeped

In poisoned dive

Of waters grim like gruel

A soup so thickened

Slick in teem

Of monsters I have bred

From past mistakes

I dread to catch me

Up and out in

Swallowing to death

My chance so slim

To swim for life

This winnowing

Away from dross

To cast downstream

Am I the dream?

That’s to be saved

When sieved through

Dangers I have made

Before I knew

The power of the wave

To weave around

In face off whirling

Whip back wash of

Past mistakes

I thought I’d laid

To rest not testing

For a future

Conquest of my soul.

 

©K Barr