Poems from Barnard1960
OCD ME: Did I lock the door?
ME: I’m sure I did.
OCD ME: What if I didn’t? Someone could walk right in, while I was sleeping. Did I lock...
Summer night, window open.
Sleeping.
Sound!
Something climbing through open window.
Move!
Can’t move.
Run!
Can’t move.
Finally bolting....
Angels flight in early morn, Care for those hurt and forlorn.
Three in all depart that day, to travel over a surging bay.
Heaven from earth...
Torn pages of unfinished verse. They can’t know she’s vulnerable. Thrown in the trash to join the other lost travelers. Never reaching...
My mirror is a liar and a cheat. I look at the mirror and see that the reflection is not mine. I’m not as old as this man. His hair is...