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August Visual Poetry Prompt

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Feel like getting away? Post a poem in the comments below before you leave.

 

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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11 thoughts on “August Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. The crowds weren’t as large as I expected
    Waiting in the sticky summertime air
    rich with salt and the smell of low tide
    the smell of the dying and living of uncountable numbers of microscopic fauna and flora

    While I was young, I went to the mountains
    With their great heights and sweeping views
    A place of great power that my youthful mind could see and acknowledge
    Where the flow of life was a spectacle in the circus of the seasons
    Spring into Summer and Summer to Fall
    Fall’s assured slide into Winter and, in due time, back again to Spring

    But now I am old and while the mountains still rage on
    I will go to sit at the foot my true teacher
    and listen to a drone I heard less clearly in my youth
    where each wave is a day
    and each tide is a season
    and each daybreak is the same as the one before
    as the wavelength of my life asymptotes
    to a Schumann resonance of all things

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 7, 2019, 9:25 PM
  2. One decision away from forever
    Stay and pretend
    Or
    Go and thrive
    Forever Conflicted
    Along this narrow road I drive
    On the left, I stay and try
    On the right, I run and hide
    Tonight i toss and turn in turmoil
    Tomorrow, to the beach I drive
    The sand
    The ocean
    The salty breeze
    All have a way of consoling me
    Decisions are easily reached
    When my feet are on the beach
    Therapeutic for the mind
    Lost direction finds clarity at the coast

    xoxo
    ♥️me

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by amazinggraceandpersonalspace | August 7, 2019, 9:22 AM
  3. Waging the war with the tides of life, bringing on waves of emotions, challenges, and joys, I am met with at once the desire to sail away and to remain ashore. Sailing beyond the shores, allowing risk to be abandoned, feeling the breeze flowing while knowing there are at least planks beneath my soles, is tempting. Staying the course of the foundation of the sands, only adjusting to the effects of the tides, I can still stand while being sure of not going too far. To go astray has such appeal as much as being on solid ground. Oh, to be grounded, but in movement is even more.

    Staying on life’s course
    Keeping my feet on solid ground
    Moving as I will

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    Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 5, 2019, 12:30 PM

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