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February Visual Poetry Prompt

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You are here. Wax poetic about it in the comments below.

(Photo by Stephanie Katz)

 

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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14 thoughts on “February Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Travel Away

    There is something about packing up your bag
    to travel away from all things
    unresolved, unresolvable, underserving of resolution

    There is this escape to
    an unknown, unfamiliar, understating place
    where your story is new, fresh, mysterious
    worthy of all the attention from strangers

    The you on a travel trip
    is you
    is the you never expressed
    isn’t you
    isn’t the you known most of your lifetime

    A plane carries you away
    to a land of wonder
    only you define it to be
    when the troubled waters
    flooded home

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | February 8, 2020, 6:57 AM
  2. Jet Plane

    I’ve never been this high before
    flying solo on a plane full of people.
    I know you’re down there, somewhere
    invisible in the painted landscape.
    But I’ve got my eyes on the horizon
    and my hopes on a strong tailwind
    cause I’m five miles high without a net
    in a hurry for freedom and fresh air.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | February 5, 2020, 7:47 AM
  3. Standing on the roof
    Watching for your plane to leave
    Hoping for one chance
    You might have a window seat
    Taking one last look by chance

    Remorseful, my heart
    Yearning for your now gone soul
    Pooling from my eyes
    Drenching from the rendering
    All because I let you go

    Erroneously trashed
    The note could have changed all this
    But I was stubborn
    And I let you go away
    Willing one more chance to see

    Would that plane return?
    Would the tail be turned around?
    Just another chance
    This I need to know, my love
    Just one more chance to love you

    Burning in my soul
    Rib cage cracking from the pain
    Is this way too much?
    Will we ever meet again?
    This much I don’t know, my love

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | February 4, 2020, 5:42 PM

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