a candled soul

would you welcome

a microscopic look at your own essence

someone peering through a magnifying lens

to discover what’s there

and what isn’t

who would unwrap your secrets

where your words are only wishes

your thoughts hint deeply

or just skim the surface

as a glimmer in your eye

maybe someone who

who finds a way in

carrying scales and light

to weigh and to candle

even your embryonic dreams

your age-old regrets

is able to see through your tempered skin

past your veins, muscle and bone

to view just how you balance

what you don’t say with what you will

to glimpse your soul

what if that revelation is

not a violation of your private shell

but a release…

Barry DeCarli

August 17-18, 2017

On South Street

©Barry DeCarli

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

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

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