Barry Middleton Poems

I am weary of the tropics
yet I will never leave her

I am weary of the endless heat
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the heat has arrived
the first tropical storm
eastern waters are restless
the hot blue sky is seamless
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Time is the cruelest element,
passing slowest in misery
and swiftest in joy.
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colors of the sunset
like glowing steel

green of spring
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I often wonder how many
how many are isolated by fate
or by their own mistakes
how many are alone in this world
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lives must end in sharpened phrases
so I will write them for the funeral
another borrowed life, a death
I see the poison tearful waters
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They say a writer, a poet,
must write what he knows.

For that we must exhume
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water, cold, crystal, emerald
no words, no photograph
can capture what these are
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as time draws near
I welcome the shade
imagined like fog
melted by the sun
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life sometimes asks too much
the strain is like a yoke
heavy like water
like sand
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