This week let’s write a harp poem. Think about the sound of the harp and maybe the heavenly associations with that musical instrument. Post your pluckings 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 
air notes
breathing into my ears
soft, gentle notes
tickling my senses
my heart strums in tune
classical
free
easy
giving a certain playfulness
to my spirit
soulful tones
touching the edge of deep
strumming by the string artist
in ways that only
can be touched
in the air
can only reach the soul
clearing the brain
calming
before the intensity
of yet another chord of pleasure
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 20, 2019, 8:02 AMLove the opening two lines. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 20, 2019, 11:48 AMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 20, 2019, 5:22 PMCease your harping, nagging noise
I heard you the first and fifth time
We don’t need no old white boys
to control us by making abortion a crime
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Posted by JeanMarie | May 20, 2019, 5:32 PMExcellent! I’d forgotten about that use of “harp”. Well done.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 20, 2019, 7:57 PMGreat one and so timely…well…for generations…think they would learn…
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 21, 2019, 7:38 AM