
This week let’s write a beam poem. Beams can be solid and structural or as insubstantial as moonlight. Post your choice 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.
Oh. Caffeine. Beam me.
Raise my expectations high.
I am ever yours.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 10, 2019, 9:12 AMNever thought to use beam as a verb. Going where no one has gone before. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 10, 2019, 7:37 PMThanks!!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 10, 2019, 8:27 PMSeek the light in every thing:
kindness, understanding, love bring
a power that lifts the weight
of uncaring, unknowing, hate.
A little attention, & uneasiness scatters
rays of kindness form an aura that matters.
Mystery of darkness where knowing begins
is better born where knowing wins.
Power of love can change what may seem
pain and ill will with the strength of its beam.
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Posted by Steve Croft | June 11, 2019, 1:57 PMp.s. ‘born’ should be ‘borne’
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Posted by Steve Croft | June 11, 2019, 3:04 PMVery nice and intricate.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 11, 2019, 6:35 PM