
My apologies on the late prompt posting. At least you didn’t have to wait as long as he did. Don’t make your poetry wait to be posted to 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.
He thought it would be longer
His heart lost fibrous strength
As shadows ebbed and flowed
Long gone was his soul
Watching from the scoop of the moon
Worried no more
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 6, 2020, 7:36 PMExcellent work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 6, 2020, 8:06 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 6, 2020, 9:01 PMOh Octavian
Even your monuments are pocked
You never were that good looking
Is Clodia laughing now?
Reaching for cane
I see my face
lined and ruddy
Gravity 1, Skin 0
I grab my hat
and take the dog for a walk
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 7, 2020, 3:05 PMVery nice. That’s one contest we’re all going to lose.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 7, 2020, 7:15 PM