Black on my Back

Black on my back

Without any crack

But I can turn

Tipping over to show

The softness of my underbelly

Pliant, responsive, true

Never for tender

Only I can give

To you if you

Come close to

To lift my shadow

You will find a vibrancy of colours

Swimming in my soul

The motion mixing palettes

Never yet been seen

A tone of shift and Shade

Made in the making

Wave from welling

Swelling over form never finished

Molding beyond

The blank black back

Of what is veiled

There lies the sweetness of me

A fluidity of soul which knows

Divinity Of things not dreamed

This stirring of myself

This pot and cornucopia

Of wealth that swirls into

A curl of eddy flows

To you, if you, in trust

Come close enough to see.

K barr ©

Innocence

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

Spiral Dance

Curl of whirling swirl

Unfurl within your spring

Can sing uncoiling like a lotus

From your deep and dark

So secret sacred scared

And beating heart is aching

For your life to open lips

To amorous and kiss the sun

 

©K Barr

Sacred Space

In dream I wear

A cloth of moss

My skin is luminous

Because I glow

From starlight

Bright within

Begins belonging longs

To breath at ease

Within these worlds of green

Of leaf and gold of midnight

Moon upon the sheen

In bloom along the sleeve

Of skin so thin and fine I’m in

Divinity defined in finite poise

No noise no movement can disturb

Each moment seeping seamless

Into nesting box of dreaming

What is next

 

©K Barr

Denial

Needle fine

Canary bone

So thin is wrought

And light to fly

We splinter just

As easily as this

Deny the little cries

We crush the self

Of beating heart

Its wings that

Need to stretch

Out wide in flight

Rejection is our

Other name

The game is all

Our loss alone

Forlorn we fail

To know the dream

In songs that only

We could sing

Of love as fragile

As a bird on wing

And pure in bliss as this…

 

©K Barr

Bird Song

A bird that sings

For the rise of the sun

Can relieve the sore

Of heart and mind

Much more than any

Doctoring can

Ever bring

 

©K Barr

Prose Prophesy and Prosthesis

When in the comicals

Of waste and slime

I see descriptions

Of the fair no blight

Such beauty making

False a crime

Are these but prophesies

In this our time

For we that look upon

Our best and worst

Should we so light

Dismiss a curse

In praise of what

We’d rather see

Could not our tongues

Seek skill sublime

To word the whole

Divine complexity

We be beyond

Mere beauty

We are free

To mar or mark

The all of you

That’s also in

And of the All

In all of me

 

©K Barr

People

 

To sing not speak

To dance not walk

For this is what

We came here for

We are the strike

Of lightening night

Ignite such darkness

Of this void for we

My friends are who

The world is waiting

For ourselves we are

The answering to ring

And never question in

A Quest

 

©K Barr

“IT”

Here lies the hour

Of your power

Watch your heart

Unfold a flower

Feel your mind

Touch elemental

Truths unwind

You are in kind

The motioning

Of living breath

The quest of

Reasoning’s unrest

The best in time

Sublime for

Every moment

Does not wait

For you are it

 

©K Barr

Broken

Broken open

As an egg

An ego shatters

On to ground

Around so soundly

Silent pours its golden light

A bounty bright and given

From within to shed

 

©K Barr