Bereaved

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I slide so easily along
This well-worn path
From old I know so well
The curves and bends
It wends me through
The ways it spins and sends
Me reeling into spaces
I can’t recognise from sight
That’s blinded in these troughs
So dark I know from touch
These places mark the plights
I fought to flee to keep a hold
Of me the pieces
That I fell into
When I lost you
My self
I seek again…
©K Barr

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Eye Spy

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Fate spat

some thing

In my I

I cry and cry

Just to get by

I’ll weep in wash

Of tear till dry

And all flushed out

About me lies

The thing

Invisible to eyes

Too mute to speak

In sound beyond

My pitch the itch

That is not I

Its sits still

In sigh inside

So much it makes

Me mute and dumbs

My cry to life

Fate threw some thing

In my I

Too big to spy

I cry in order

Just for getting

To forget that I

Can only just

About get by…

 

©K Barr

Or Fan?

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Broken

Open

Raw wound wore

Rudely

Bleeding sore

For more

Of what you

Could not give

Enough to make life

Free and live

 

Blood and bone

In skin you knit

But the essential

Elemental

Never simply

Consequential

Insubstantial

Monumental

Necessary

Conferential

Kindness

Spark of love

Not given

No such words

Can bind what’s riven

 

©K Barr