Winter


Snow is falling

crisscrossing, circling

flying pieces.
We cheer them

while they fall

and we’re glass contained,

ah, yes, the ingrediants are great-

 

cup of rest

dash of fun

a project,

 

But those out

have far different views

each flake

a frosting preventing

profit.

 

 

Dave

26 Dec 08

  
My house is surrounded
by flour fields.
 
When the men looked up,
they cursed it,
as if shaking their fist
changed its pattern-
 
White to green?
white to gold
 
As if a well placed trope
would mold the clouds
to functional fields.
 
Dave
 
Another cold night,
thirty four degrees, dirty clouds and sky
a dandruf sky, then rainy.
gray is depression,
a foggy sense of connection,
warning morning of the day
that cold will stay,
that sky will weep.
.
Dave

i

In my doom year,
the day of numbers,
my soul was splintered
and I wondered
what part would go first?

That part without knots
that vacated portion
rotted and without mercy
no, that goes last
if at all.

ii

These are the versions,
one is the cancer’s end gate
where it swings open
squeaks and closes solid.
(Yes closure is solid.)

Then, there’s sympathy-
(to a point)
and the long descent
a bittercoldness,
horrified
counting breaths
one,
two,
gone.

iii
This widow has stayed
strange hours
hovering at the side
staring out the window
at red mountains.

iv
Curse this!
I’m ready to slip
between the spots of time
that segment of minus 43 secondth
(Yes I count them)
and disappear
into quietude.

Dave Barber
18 December 2008
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24-hours4

Sparrows are blooming

on barren branches.

as the wind blows,

them open.

 

Dave Barber

11 Dec 08

Sokobie,

dog sleeping next to its house,

shivering.

 

 

11 December 2008

Dave Barber

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