Richard G Berg

Richard G Berg Poems

She cuckooed me towards a tree
Eyes arrowing an opening
Mid-way down its trunk
About the size of a baseball
...

I hear reasoning
And laughter. You hear laughter
And reasoning. Which
Way round causes some reasons
...

Oh yes, memory
Here you come here
They call come
Surfacing at once
...

A cemetery
Where nobody
Is buried
Anymore. Not one
...

Girl in gallery
Removing headphones. Turning
Down her youth's volume
...

There he is, now, on her phone's horizon
Bragging of beer, being alone. Almost.
She's happy bookmarking time with a friend
His beer's lost its froth, clearing horizons.
...

The waiter offered
Her dish of the day. She asked
What of yesterday's
Dish or soup of last month. He
...

You do things to me
That things can only
Dream of
This is everything
...

Big Issue seller
Sitting cross-legged
Out shouts countries
Of buses
...

Talking to himself
He convinced his
Reflection
Not to answer back
...

They were stuck. Their car
Refused to start. They heard words
Polite rain. Breakdown
...

12.

'It is the shut door that actually exists' - AK

Open doors open minds upon suspicion
Hinged upon doubt
...

Puffing the sails
Of a July afternoon towards
Evening, bargain
Thoughts found and lost
...

Candle globe
Remapping the heart
Show us how to be
Representing the natural world
...

Defer delay
Dilate
Do not deal
Procrastinate, too late
...

Rises at six (a priori)
Sinks at seven (a posteriori)
Alarm clocks set to time zones
Where his favourite philosophers
...

The girl becomes
A woman
Tells her girl
This was the man
...

Father and daughter moving
Ahead, riding a bicycle unattached
To stabilisers, learning
The physics of trust
...

19.

Her gift is a gift
Of a different kind
A kind surprise:
Small ball of candle.
...

An abandoned stick
Takes a break
From its walker
Free to take a stand
...

Richard G Berg Biography

Poet seeking to divine differences in order to make a difference to people's lives.)

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Crematorium Crevice

She cuckooed me towards a tree
Eyes arrowing an opening
Mid-way down its trunk
About the size of a baseball
Mystifying attention
Carved out by bird, smoke
Or the charm of knife.

'Go up close. Listen, ' she urged
So, I pressed one eye's ear
Fetching from this woody well
A dark breeze
And the scent
Of nothing


Richard G Berg
May 2026

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