Mike Barrett Poems

Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
...

Deaf are your ears
Your eyes blind -
Yet no mute
Nor any sign of one!
...

That drunk
There
With the dirty whiskers
Old rags
...

I
Walked
Along
The ocean shore
...

Here,
Come here
And sit with me
Beside this lake
...

He
Who believes
He is powerless
Is a weak Soul.
...

ON BEING ONE'S SELF

I have a friend
Who said to me,
...

Snow had lately frosted earth
But one scant inch.
Life blue in sky, bled red, died black.
Spotless Soul alone,
...

Now
The ticking
Of a clock -
Now
...

Funny now - not then

Upper plate flushed down drain
...