W. Barrett Munn : Writing

(A-72)  Zen Master

(A-72) Zen Master

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** I rolled a perfect 300 game the second time I bowled. What was left after that but to walk away? Imper..
Legacy

Legacy

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** A massive pile of books covers the dining room table. One would hope in one, the key could be located. Keats and Ka..
My Father's Porch Swing

My Father's Porch Swing

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** He swings in the swing on his big wooden porch wearing overalls and boots strings hanging loose he swings back on forth ma..
Cypress Trees

Cypress Trees

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** There is gloom in swampy water, gloom in swampy water wearinggray vestment moss. Danger swims in swampy ..
Peach Conundrum

Peach Conundrum

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** This pink-red peach isn't ripe as the last one. How can that be? They came from the same tree. Were they grown differe..
Basil

Basil

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** The nights have turned cold. The basil is now on the windowsill where the window gathers heat from the sun; basil is a w..
Room to Zoom

Room to Zoom

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


Rewrite of an old one.
haiku

haiku

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


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Old Bones

Old Bones

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** A throw rug broke my hip. One second upright; next, life as I know it is gone forever. Irretrievable. Old bones. ..
Polliwogs in the Ditch Behind the House

Polliwogs in the Ditch Behind the House

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn


*** A black-dotted gooey gob floats in the water in the ditch behind the house, some frog's massive gift to the continuatio..