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Barb Black Poem
if anyone were to ask
was there a time
when the black umbrellas
folded
and the reign ended;
the crows again flew, stark
against the Summer sun;
the scent of roses threw
their stain along the tendrils
of the wind;
and the quiet of a day
no longer stretched itself,
yawning like a wound -
if anyone were to ask
when was the moment
that gave beat to the measure;
what drove
the cloud from the lining;
which dog ate the marrow,
warm and quivering, from
the heart of the bone;
how gracefully the slumbering giant
rolled away from the dew
of morning -
if anyone were to ask
what changed it all
my response would be
it happened as he
listened to the unspoken;
honored an unshed tear;
gave loft to the gauze
of an airless dream;
held an empty hand until
it grasped everything -
if anyone were to ask
I’d have to say
these things became
fluid
as effortlessly
and unremarked
as the wink of an eye
that is
the color of the Aegean Sea
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Part I
Driving from your house
My thoughts swirl like midnight fog
One more tune unsung
Part II
I would have played it
But I was deep in your thoughts
Didn't miss a thing
Part III
Already it's late
I don't feel much like sleeping
Words won't always hold
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Part IV
you held me close and
in a circuitry of dreams
led me to morning
Part V
waking brought coffee
and a lazy afternoon
spent contemplating
Part VI
who knows what may come
a deepening of something
you are more than friend
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shining moment
bright angel
light shimmering
a halo on your hair
I am forever
blessed by this
visitation
baubles dance
on our tipsy tree
we sway too
on a Bing Crosby tune
slightly out of step
but never minding
your heartbeat
is all I hear
time pauses
holding my hand
you wonder
what gift you can give
so filled, voice
stopped by tears
this is the gift
this is all, Love,
that I could want
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say much
saying little
speak volumes
in few words
keep quiet
silence roars
economy of words
whittling away
paring down
all I say
tenuous talking
baby steps
to arms
there all along
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Vainglorious
for all to see
as the world
washed itself new,
it wasn't as if
you ate the last pickle
from the jar,
or the first ripe peach
from the tree.
See, I am drinking
another cup of coffee
as I search
for meaning
in your tea leaves,
but comprehension,
much like your coat of armor,
fails.
Try walking another mile.
Try drowning in a thimble.
Try falling up
as stars surround.
This, then
is your duty,
your ever bound success.
I hate to tell you,
I'm no oracle.
Only, I talk rather
loudly, insisting
that your feet be bare
and your head bowed
before you take another sip
of me.
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fog licks the cedars
with a lover's tongue
and a mobile of geese
hangs over the mountains
you play air-guitar
homage to a decade long gone
as your son sleeps
against my shoulder
heart of the artist
eye of the beholder
a millennium is poised
in the balance
as fireworks mock
austere and distant stars
we twine cold fingers
in frosted darkness
while one tear for past and future times
slides to oblivion
eye of the artist
heart of the beholder
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You read Kipling.
I sipped red and
watched
your pale blue scan.
Shadow played.
Midnight crept.
We talked of poets & poetry,
art & artists,
and twined aesthetics
like so many fingers
in each other's hands.
We spoke of primes, and
later
you whispered my name,
it was nearly a prayer
at the alter of an evening
that was perfect.
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my life's collage is packed carefully
in crumpled newspaper and old towels
does love have given values?
some things -
a small, wooden, goofy-faced Vladimir;
an angelic cow, all wings and pleading eyes;
a dancing Hungarian girl;
things that seem silly to be so loved,
but these bits of who-I-am
wander with me
if you open the boxes
will the tears drown you
or will they have dried to a salty crust
my heart is in separate pieces
cushioned by hope
perishables enclosed
contents fragile
some assembly required
handle with care
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barkers hawk
shifting paradigms
change is good
and I've got a pocket full
drop a token
in the slot
and get
all the advice
any clown
made of nuts and bolts
can offer
a calliope jangles
the unsaid
a cacophony of slights
left with a sickly slick
(candy apple on a stick)
swirl and whirl
gone crazy
just another ride
just another chance
at the desperation
and acceptance
of the soul carnival
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