Friday, July 14, 2017

prayers




the prayers skipped out
lackadaisically
no destination even imagined
a shot in the dark
with no target
person, paper or god

or they traveled
haltingly
no matter their urgency
like the damp whisper of a snail
on a six inch journey across a stone
or at the speed of light
blazing unseen into some dark corner
of the universe

or maybe they just sat nearby
on the sill of a window
closed to time and space
waiting

yet the response
was quick and blunt
like a lightning bolt
to the deadened brain
giving no relief
only numbness

but even not feeling was a better answer
than no

Barry DeCarli
July 9-14, 2017
On South Street
©Barry DeCarli



Tuesday, May 30, 2017

going through the motions



some of us
coast through
our days
never facing 
a major hurdle
never learning that big lesson
maybe a small epiphany 
now and then but
but not a revelation 

some of us
are good with the path 
of least resistance 
the view from the bleachers 
where there are no defining
moments
few, if any, victory laps

still
many of us
feel little desperation 
in our own
ordinary knowledge 
the bits of experience 
we've pieced together
the little lessons that
built us up
or knocked us down

some of us
have not discovered
our own voice
yet we find some solace
some peace
in what we have to say

it can take a while
to hear the drummer
to find the words
as we go along

all the while knowing
that lip-syncing 
someone else's song
should never be enough...

Barry DeCarli
May 19, 2017
On South Street, Easthamptom
 ©Barry DeCarli







Friday, May 5, 2017

fiber art




could I
too imagine the stars
as I rolled this
fiber form
in the palm
of my hand

more than just
black and white
felt
she imagined
but a small piece
of the night
sky

could she
too imagine
a piece of the universe
our own Earth

for us to hold
close
with both hands

to share
to shelter
to keep safe

Barry DeCarli
May 5, 2017
On South Street
©Barry DeCarli
Inspired by the creations of Yukako Sorai


Friday, February 17, 2017

ring less true



there's more to truth
than just right words,
and so much less
to lies.

yet, a lie
seems the stronger
of the two,

as truth so often dies.
when disbelief

can cloud the eyes,
there's little
we can do,
but hang on to some wispy hope

that the lie will ring less true.


Barry DeCarli
Copyright 2010 Barry DeCarli


 (...and, to keep speaking the truth, loud and clear)

Monday, September 26, 2016

afterwards




scientists say
matter
or energy
cannot be created or destroyed
only conserved

or changed

is there a physics
a chemistry of memory
a weight or worth
to some spiritual commodity
when remembered

but when it’s
when irretrievable
unknown
forgotten by all

is it nothing then
or matter stored for another time
is there more of it
after sharing
can it change in the telling
the turn of the tale

after words
does memory matter
waiting to be retrieved
there in the soil

beneath the stone and grass

Barry DeCarli
September 23, 2016
On Hammond Pond
©Barry DeCarli
 Free Photo from Pixabay