This week lets write a leaf poem. Leaves don’t just grow on trees. They also can be inserted into tables to accommodate more guests or can be made of gold or silver foil. Whichever leaves you choose, post your foliage in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Living Poetry 
Manifesting
When we pluralize leaf into leaves
Do we cause them to enact that verb
in an annual autumn ritual, en masse,
abandoning a home that nurtured it…
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Posted by utopicdystopian | September 25, 2023, 10:27 AMExcellent question and a lovely little poem. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 25, 2023, 6:53 PMThank you!
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Posted by utopicdystopian | September 26, 2023, 5:11 AMTeaser
Leaves turn red, then cinnamon,
one branch at a time,
as if to promise fall will last
until no green remains.
Please take your time, let me inhale
the final warmth of summer.
I know that soon the maple tree
will be bare bones, its colors just
a souvenir of time.
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Posted by nolchafox | September 25, 2023, 3:41 PMLove that last line. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 25, 2023, 6:54 PMThank you! Published here: https://medium.com/contemplate/teaser-e6134dd5f796?sk=b79a1a7db4abadf9dbea1b6506cf70ab
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 29, 2023, 9:25 PM