This week let’s write a multi-colored poem. Not just using different colored ink, really focus on the colors in your images and their meanings. Post your variegated verse in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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 makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Here is an old piece I wrote which seems fitting. I may pen a new one. But for now…
Rainbow
His manic anger
burned her into
fearful blues
The fresh cyan bruises
and old sallow scars
stole her royalty
Her once thriving life
descended with
Autumn leaves
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Oh my goodness! This was one to be felt and I did.
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I am glad it did Lisa.
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You must’ve pre-cogged the prompt. Well done!
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😁
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Hairy err Harry
flautist that he was
triangular in attire
and relationships
I never could figure him out
was it the colorful jacket
with the dull gray hat
this threw me off
or the eyes that pointed
different directions
like my uncle Ralph
his eyes were blue too
but he would never wear a gray hat like that
funny how we mix the familiar with the odd
and try to make sense of things
odd, it is
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Fascinating. There’s a lot to unpack in there.
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Sometimes there’s mystery in a slowly unpacked suitcase.
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little white pom poms with sprouts or red yarn
leftover valentine decorations
kitty cat playthings
funny floaty festive
killers
spicy popcorn balls
cinnamon puffed rice
a petri dish of contagion
don’t get too close
beware rosy fever cheeks
wash your hands red
and raw
death be not beautiful
(inspired by the photo of coronavirus)
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Love it! Especially the final line.
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Thanks. I posted it on Facebook because I was able to get the picture to show there.
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Excellent!
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