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
...
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
...
They were stuck. Their car
Refused to start. They heard words
Polite rain. Breakdown
...
'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
...
Rises at six (a priori)
Sinks at seven (a posteriori)
Alarm clocks set to time zones
Where his favourite philosophers
...
Father and daughter moving
Ahead, riding a bicycle unattached
To stabilisers, learning
The physics of trust
...
Her gift is a gift
Of a different kind
A kind surprise:
Small ball of candle.
...
Poet seeking to divine differences in order to make a difference to people's lives.)
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