Barry Middleton Poems

Something has awakened me.
Was it the thunder,
or the lightning?
Was it the sound of war,
...

love is like the mountaintop
a world stretches to the horizon
but matters not at all
...

one step forward and two steps back
that's just the way that it is
I pop the top on my favorite brew
just to find that it's lost its fizz
...

the earth breathes a sigh in the spring
to see what the season will bring
the air hints of blossoms today
the perfume of April and May
...

at the end of the day I pause
and I notice a church bell rings
a bird drifts across the sun
as if every memory has wings
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far removed in the Everglades
and well off the beaten track
at a bend in a blackwater creek
stands a swamp wizard's lonely shack
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You still hear the blues at the jook*.
By the way, that word rhymes with book.
Down home people say, we went jookin',
listen up, and then you can go lookin'.
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we do forget the awkwardness
the letting go of childhood

we do forget the years it takes
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The old soul cannot escape
the pain that no one sees,

the pang of war and brutal fear
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in the twelfth hour
sleep captures me
and there I pray
to all indifference
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