Barry Middleton Poems

I cast my dreams into a secret lake,
far up the valley path and hid from view.
And there must rest what time cannot forsake,
beneath a veil of vague deceptive blue.
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To swim the river was to risk death;
but I have returned to the river;
and now I see there is a bridge.
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I weep for the hills laid waste by darkest night.
I weep for the rivers frozen in coldest ebony.
I weep for shadows of trees and the failing sun.
I weep for the tropics of paradise and the sea.
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the season of fire is coming
from April to well into June
the sun stares down from the blue
darkness stares down from the moon
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the rain tree sets its leaves
so I know that spring is here

and soon the summer heat
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stalking hoards are everywhere
they aim to capture prey
and carefully they lay a snare
in a game of foulest play
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there's a voice in the pines
that keeps spinning out rhymes
and the melodies lost long ago
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I sought the meadow for its grace
a chapel in a wooded glen
the quiet spirit of the place
protected me from grief within
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I walk in the sunlight
but I am weak and sad

I write sad poetry
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I want to turn the corner
I can't go back in time
I've pondered every memory
and put them down in rhyme
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