No Nouns No Names


Words words absurdity

To herd yourself

Within some thing

To clothe these

Lithesome souls

In heavy garments

made for other

Shapes are free

Like we are

Dancing graces

Shifting places

Meanings dreaming’s

Nothing seemingly

So stuck in still

No will not us

We are the happenings

Events to be and see

To do for you

And me

We must we need

To walk alone

Without such definitions

Shackle we move free


©K Barr




Rowing in the stream

That slips inside

The self no dream

I drop into the

Rapids roar and roll

Of tumult deep below

Am bashed on shores unsure

Within the worlds within

The worlds that whirl

Inside the curl of seeking

Cure not found no sound

Of safe to land

A shipwreck of a soul

That’s lost the ground within


©K Barr