My voice

Is the voice

Of many tongues

In dialects long lost

And yet to be

I speak only

Of things unseen

In meanings

That set free

Your heart to fly

In mysteries unknown

For that is only

And forever where you

Always will belong

Your song is free


©K. Barr




In every sence

The pure in sense

Of innocence

Resides inside

This inner sense

Of self not pride

But wonderment

To be alive to find

What’s new and

Bigger than the things

We can reduce to being

Smaller than ourselves

Our sense in sensibilities

Are borne again

When opening

Our essence with

Our awe


©K Barr

Wuthering Heights


Let in the heights

And lows that blow

So wuthering in winds

Around your eaves

Such singing songs

That calls your name

Let in the strain of

Caterwauling wild

Way for more on moors

Untamed bring in

The fey for there’s no time

For sleeping here

The moon is up and out

The window let her in

For she can ride you to

Her midnight tryst

To reach the baptism

Of fire that you long

So lately long to live


©K Barr

The Relevance of Awe


When you stop your wondering

Because you think you know

Your soul go’s tight and tired

Hardened cold and slow

Contracts to fact of what you hold

As truth in poverty enfold no

Shooting out your roots for more

Of what your love is calling for

Put forth through soft of seeking life’s

Discovery in every living lightness

Draw you forth by giving breath

Not be sealed and done as death

Completed told and was

Of what is old and passed

Because you knew it once

Was relevant but now is gone

Seek to live sing strong

Your song


©K Barr

The Giant Red Wood Tree



One momentary

New-built house


And deep mystery of tree

Much older than

The history of men

That walk beneath

In reach of ranging

Branches bearing living

Life in bevy

Full of richness

Blushing flush

With fruity forestry

So sacred

Heavily it bends

To tend below

And yet this all

Will have to fall

Because of all

Of what men do

In that momentary

Breath that wants

A tree less lawn


©K Barr