This week let’s write a scattered poem. Maybe there’s a poem of things scattered about or maybe the poem gets distracted halfway through itself. Whatever you find, post it in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, where he has hosted monthly workshops 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 the Pushcart Prize in 2021, 2024 & 2025 as well as the Best of the Net Anthology in 2024. His work has appeared in The Lake, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Panoply, Tipton Poetry Journal, the Gyroscope Review and the Naugatuck River Review among others.
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Posted by J | September 9, 2019, 11:22 AMgreetings and gratitude from LA this is my first time posting on this sight 🙂
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Posted by mbrazfieldm | September 9, 2019, 11:27 PMWelcome!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 10, 2019, 6:34 PMHurricane grows like a god,
vomits raging venom as winds
cutting the sea into madness
unraveling any landscape
into a mise en scene
for disaster journalism:
stripped trees, entire towns
scattered, flattened to trash
dumps complete with circling,
scavenging gulls, an underbelly
of grief, searing pain of loss,
lives altered forever
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Posted by Steve Croft | September 10, 2019, 4:40 PMLove it, especially the second line!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 10, 2019, 6:36 PMcool
blue skies
driving the kids to school
my thoughts
scattered
across the detritus of the previous day
like their bodies would later be
now gathered
in an incomplete recollection
being buried by the relentless myopia of time
I put the pen down and listen:
the A/C blower
the pulse of blood in my ears
the gurgle of the coffee machine finishing
the bad bearings in the cooling fan
experience is the most accessible gift of living
and memory
its most friable
you have no say what they do with your after you die
squirrel!
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Posted by Chris Clarke | September 11, 2019, 10:55 AMLove the line “relentless myopia of time”. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 11, 2019, 5:45 PM