Barry Middleton Poems

once a garden
now an enemy
her tears are exhausted
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the winter drought is like a spear
no rain will fall till June
my eyes conceal a final tear
as clouds obscure the moon
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free will is a great pretense
a grand deceit
as if our petty choices
turning left instead of right
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on the dark side of the planet
a hungry child is crying
a soldier falls in war
a young girl is enslaved
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before the universe existed
possibility waited
and quietly held its breath
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with hope the spring anticipates
the world was a road to everywhere

I basked in the glow of a sunny day
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My only solace is poetry,
for death stalks my dreams.
But I may turn to memory,
to know my life was blessed.
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I grieve for myself
but in that grief
I grieve for the world
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fire consumes the mightiest of trees
the brittle wood cut down at last
to block the winter cold
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White in a woods devoid of snow,
may be a mystery I cannot know.
It may have been the tail of a deer,
a flash that quickly would disappear.
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