
This week let’s write a split the difference poem. No need for separate checks, we’ll keep is simple. Post your work 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.
I think of an atom — with the enduring stateliness of nature behind it…
Ataraxia
If beliefs were atoms we were immune
from despair — the mystery of the living world
would reveal all in the rushing of water, the vapors
from a forest floor, even a growing wildfire
blackening the souls of trees, so wild and merciless,
just an excited wonder sweeping us to the great
joining/unjoining, throats become hoarse
singing our pressure waves of joy.
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Posted by Steve Croft | January 14, 2019, 12:24 PMExcellent work! I especially like your description of the wildfire.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 14, 2019, 6:43 PMThanks — with the idea that splitting can be destruction, I guess. Glad I happened on your site.
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Posted by Steve Croft | January 15, 2019, 12:08 PM