Nothing but the breath

I hold

A moment in my lungs

To let it go

I’m free


Going nowhere

I go everywhere

In mind and heart

I care to fly above

Below I know

This only thing

I do not know

I cannot even

Grow am grown

Torn down

Without a frown

No tear or thing

Too dear to weigh

Me back I lack

No thing I need

Only the air

And to be fair

Between us Just

A must

Concede this only

Always lonely

Without truth

©K Barr




Faith Can move Mountains?


In ancient woodland Oak

The ache of hope

Is hanging in the air

In wisps of smoky mists

Of possibilities that fill

The hilly ground

In mounds surrounding

Streams which run around

In dreams of could be fact

If only people crept towards

The mountain side and wept

Instead of calling those old bones

Of sacred monumental earth

To heed the heel of man




© K J barr

Ancestor Bones


A wayward bough whipped round

To swat it from the ground

And land around the roots of trees

Amongst the leaves and sodden earth

To meet our stones, ancestral bones

Inheritance at birth


It groaned aloud

And turned to weep in shame

For it had trod haphazardly

On hallowed space

So holy that to its’ disgrace

With arrogance and pride had stalked

Without a thought for us or any thing

Named God