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October Visual Poetry Prompt

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As ye sow so shall ye reap.

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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.

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10 thoughts on “October Visual Poetry Prompt”

  1. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar

    Life like an ear of rainbow corn
    would be beautiful
    each kernel its own unique colorful design
    nature playing jokes on us
    or sending us possibilities
    sweeter when colorful
    the first bite is up to you
    then again
    life is rainbow colored

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    Posted by Lisa Tomey | October 5, 2020, 7:35 AM
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  2. JeanMarie's avatar

    My fashion sense runs to colors bright
    I like unicorns and all things light
    But October is the season of scare
    I now dress in black. Look twice. Be aware.
    I still have rainbows, but in my corn
    On my neck, my enemies’ teeth do adorn

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    Posted by JeanMarie | October 5, 2020, 2:09 PM
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  3. Chris Clarke's avatar

    My new town looks very much my old one
    only 15 miles away
    More trees and quiet cul-de-sacs
    But it seems different
    as if something is happening

    Trick-or-treat was filled all the friends I’ve made
    as we wandered in these new-to-me streets
    filling my pillowcase with great candy
    whole minis of Hershey’s and Reese’s
    Snickers and M&Ms
    (These people give out great stuff!)

    I dreamed I was walking to Ronnie’s house
    through the cornfield across the highway
    on the path to the stepping stone bridge
    cross the steam to his street

    The ripe corn wasn’t yellow dent but colorful like candy
    I pulled an ear down and found
    it was candy
    sweet
    in berry and watermelon and tart and flavorful
    like Fruit-Stripe gum
    juicy and delicious
    all of my favorite flavors

    and I walked with Kenny and Ronnie past Jill’s house
    I gave her what was left of the ear I had picked
    She smiled and said thank you
    when I woke up

    the sun was now up early since Daylight Savings Time passed
    the Cardinals already sounding their morning calls

    Fifth grade has been so good since I moved
    I hope that nothing ever changes

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | October 5, 2020, 4:17 PM
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