Karen Bookguilder is intended to be a collection of poems 60 poems expressly for the Book Guild
by Mike Burr - the themes being dictated by or about its published artisans .
Somewhere
you have returned from that dark continent of somewhere else
and you are not talking
there is no longer any empathy between us
and i can sense restlessness and irritation
the boundaries of tolerance garrisoned and which i am without
looking through the wires rather sad faced
if absence is absolute then memory may manifest its virtual lies
constructing its thin wires barbed to trap the deceitful airs
enclosing lies within its prison enclave
but absence in this instance is not forever
in your borrowed invisibility
its temporal shade fades then glows
lighting up a corner of the earth of mind
that memory convinced, conceived as real
reality was somewhere else
grey loom of cloud
weave your mournful mizzle into the pallid air
dull colour hiss upon the savage eye
cast sounds despondent walled by prison hills
gorsed and yellowing afar, like old age decayed
for i tell you there is no love, no joy here
the sunshine day is somewhere else