
By Géry PARENT – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0
This week let’s write a mineral poem. There are literally tons of minerals out there to write about and many of them have traditional meanings. Dig deep into our collective unconscious and post the results 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.
Mining for true gold
in online personal ads
all I find — pyrite
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 13, 2020, 8:48 PMI really like this one. It strikes the right note all around.
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Posted by JeanMarie | January 14, 2020, 1:58 AMThanks.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 14, 2020, 2:33 PMPyrite indeed!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 14, 2020, 1:26 PMSapphire
He slips the blue sapphire
onto her finger
silently
prays for her spirit
to turn towards him
She accepts his ring of proposal
silently
prays for his envy and jealousy
banished from their life forward
Will the blue sapphire
be the magic wand
grant them fidelity
in marriage
or
be the smallest handcuff
imprison her heart
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 14, 2020, 1:37 AMTime will tell… lovely poem.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 14, 2020, 1:26 PMThank you Lisa. Indeed only time will tell.
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 14, 2020, 2:30 PMNice one! Rings don’t change a thing.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 14, 2020, 2:33 PMThey don’t, they can’t make a bad relationship better.
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 14, 2020, 2:36 PMit’s labradorite
worn around my neck, the warmth
picking up senses
who knew the magic it held
until the culprit left out
his labradorite
he left on the countertop
no longer valid
healing was not happening
when the darkness would not leave
to the full, bright moon
recharged, cleansed from shadowed waste
the stone would renew
allowing good for futures
when coveted for good things
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 14, 2020, 1:40 PMLove the “cleansed from shadowed waste”. Great work! I’ll need to check out labradorite.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 14, 2020, 2:38 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 14, 2020, 2:47 PM