Barry Middleton Poems

anyone who's spent some time
in honky-tonks and bars
each one of us has met this man
we know him by his scars
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I long for a lost and ghostly past,
for love and a murmuring forest
where beeches, phantom white,
were landmarks on the way home.
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the wind is breath
it sings in the trees
sibilant rain whispers
it christens the grass
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as a child I dreamed of a passage
secret and hidden from view
so I sought for it on the hillsides
and I scouted the cool morning dew
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you don't see it much anymore
cane pole fishing is fading away
it was never about the fish caught
it was about the water and the day
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It fills my mind at evening time,
for I cannot forget
the foggy past where all is mute,
the mist of old regret.
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I would live again
a dusting of ash
and you with me
in a new today
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how many ways poets lament
the knowledge of death
the death of love
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I like to claim
I do not weep

that love
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Some women do
walk as goddesses.

I see her in mist,
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