Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
I worry sometimes
that my cries for help are
like torn Tibetan prayer flags
But still the wind and light
and maybe divine breath
can reach me even so.
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Great metaphor! Thanks for sharing.
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