Just This
Lose bitterness, Choose acceptance, Let your soul be free. Find the place, Where grace resides, And Union can just be. © 2020 Gail Barrie
Made of These
Of tinfoil pinpoint stars In blackest infinight Am I made. Of remotest snow-capped Echoing silence mountain heights In azure sunshine day Am I made. Of coming summer storms And putting the bikes away Am I made. Of winter Am I…
Scuba Gear Coronavirus Fantasy Blues
I looked for a place where coronavirus just couldn’t get to me. Like, I needed a place where coronavirus’d never get to me. So I bought scuba gear and I’m headed for Atlantis in the sea. Well I got me…
State Fair Haiku
Revolve to evolve Gliding through the highs and lows Gentle as we go. © 2020 Gail Barrie
Wackie Pome For When You Fele Blu
0nce in a wile life reelly sucks and a day or pandemick just reelly f—–s but soon as yu nede it our hugs come rite thru with a wackified verse ritten solely 4 yu yu kno that yur hartache is…
Abalone Charms
Slip into Abalone charms And let yourself be found In ancient tales of oceans blue And treasures nature bound Dance with iridescence Let it wash your mind With wonders pure and simple Potentials intertwined Feel your inner spirals Relax into…
Family Alchemy
Philosopher’s stone and elixirs of life Were desired in past Middle Ages. Past middle age, a Chapman-blessed wife, I longed only for wisdom of sages. Evolving through chemistry, wedding and birth A family must contrasts enfold, Embracing new members for…
Somewhere Under the Rainbow
The strange Muse for the poem below was the swirling turmoil in our nation: police brutality, racial and gender injustice, purging Confederate monuments, global climate change, social distancing — all seem to be at a boiling point in the midst…
Love Listens
Love knows how to listen To kindly lend an ear To all that wants revealing Both gentle and severe. Listen to the voices Listen to the hush Listen for the nuance Resist a need to rush. Listen with perception Listen…
Summer Solstice 2020
the world entire is a midsummer and you will be there spritelike, chasing the firefly lanterns. they beckon you here, and there; there are few obstacles to your inner grace. you freely overlook the outer stones and inner hedges. yet…
