To Trust


Kick me
For I do not cry
I just will die
A little more each day
The heart that holds
The hurt in sway
Will hug the harm
That’s done each day
To die a little more
In every way
The need for love
To seed a soul
A tiny babe
That cannot know
A where or why
It cannot tell
A greater tale
Can die too easily
A little bit more
In every day

©K Barr


The Walking walk-in Corpse


This is the story
Of the walking
Walk-In corpse
Inhibit not
This exhibit moves
It eats
Its sleeps
Like you talking
No difference there
A ware of breath
Yet walk right through
For life lives not
From light of eye
A tongue for parody
This lack of love or care
No would be dare
The spirit left bereft
The ache of weight
To bear
Mechanical it functions
Just like you
Walk right on through
There never is and ever was
A who?

K. Barr

Gold Of Sun


Gold of sun

I bring to you

In yellow hue

Of Daffodil

My willing heart

Like honey bee

That gathers nectar

From the tree

To weave the honey

Sweet a treat

For eating

You and me

Are liquid golden

Melt of yolk

In thrust of corn stalk

Pulsing hope

Our juices run

Becoming what we be

In light and warmth

Of airy free

Our bliss in this

Is not amiss

It is the kiss of life

For you to be

From me who sees

Your beauty sees

Your need

Feeds your heart

Come feast with me


©K Barr