Will Barber

Rookie (1948 / TX)

Haze - Poem by Will Barber

His last days, he remembered
Ouachita mountain haze
Where he sought his love
In former days:

She floated on the waters
Of Lake Hamilton, aware
Of nothing save the waves,
The wind, the air.

He cried out her name, once,
An unguarded moment, when
The pain grew too intense
But - as always - then

His lips clamped to a line.
He never would admit
How much love hurt him,
How he never got over it.

2007


Comments about Haze by Will Barber

  • (5/17/2009 2:43:00 PM)


    Painful memories are desperate cries, but they keep coming back. Intense pain always tells us something esential. Time could not heal it.... perhaps a poem? (Report) Reply

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  • Tailor Bell (9/3/2007 9:26:00 PM)


    Will, your mastery is shining in this erudite piece that leads us to a point of embarkation, where we relate and enter emotionally...your verse absorbs the reader and doesn't let go. excellent work. -Tailor (Report) Reply

  • (3/3/2007 4:27:00 PM)


    Jaysus Will you are a master of this kind of poetry. This is such a silky, such a complete rendering of that unquenchable emotion/state of mind that afflicts (?) some of us that I was almost a loss for words - but not quite. It actually took me beyond that point and back into wordiness again. Immense - so small and precisely shaped. Btw. Love Lorca via Cohen. Dangers of Falangism real. Warning justified.All the best. jim (Report) Reply

  • (3/3/2007 6:03:00 AM)


    This is soooooooo good, the feeling intact reaches the reader,
    'She floated on the waters
    Of Lake Hamilton, aware
    Of nothing save the waves,
    The wind, the air.
    That flows so well,
    Will you really do have such a fine art
    Love duncan X
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  • (2/27/2007 5:19:00 PM)


    Will

    a clear and beautifully painted tale.......hurts to hear it.......


    Love, D.
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  • (2/27/2007 10:35:00 AM)


    The truest of loves never dies, never breaks and when it goes, torments and aches. You've expressed this sparingly, painfully. Beautiful, Will. Your friend always, Esther (Report) Reply

  • (2/27/2007 3:30:00 AM)


    Perhaps to have loved so completely, is to have loved enough.

    But true love is a durable fire
    In the mind ever burning,
    Never sick, never old, never dead
    From itself never turning.

    Sir Walter Raleigh

    World class, Will.

    Your poetess friend,

    Sandra
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  • (2/27/2007 1:56:00 AM)


    Beautiful. Cheers, Dawn (Report) Reply

  • (2/26/2007 10:53:00 PM)


    luv it..............................................MR WILL (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 24, 2011


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