Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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.
Crown
One thousand roses
strive to bloom;
April in the pergola,
spring in the standing stone,
Old thorns branch new-leafed
under the silver spikes
of Corona Borealis,
Below, in motley shade,
of fattening robin, emerald clover,
the wandering man entreats
that sterling, cyclical caress
of Arianrhod.
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Love the mythic and astronomical references both!
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Thank you, Bartholomew.
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april showers bring,
may flowers
daises bloom,
smell of flower perfume
the awakening summer,
with loads of color
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Very nice. Thanks for writing to this nearly year old prompt!
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receptors open
right hemisphere
luminance, hue, polarity
field of color
lavender and blue
red and green
and darkness
Before before
Before after
Before Is
Before the
(Song sparrow)
left hemisphere
the pattern-matching monkey
I am, again, for what it’s worth
I know things
the things that surround me
things that are
things that were
things that may be
and feel the burden of the loss of Eve
and I look out on a
field of color
The Lavender and the Blue
The Red and the Green
(O, the Greens!)
and the darkness
where she stands
no longer me
no longer mine
separate
one flesh rent in two
now that I am
and feel the breath entering my lungs
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Very interesting and somewhat cryptic, which I like. I’m intrigued by the loss of Eve imagery. Well done.
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I will pick
the sweet clover
join the stems
make two rings
to place upon our crowns
for our lovers march
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Romantic!
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It’s just what came my way. Thank you!
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oooohhh Lisa! Now I need someone to make me a ring of flowers to wear!
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It was just a short term think
now my dandelions
have white hair like me
some have even lost it
on top.
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Great poem Dennis
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red, white, blue flowers
Not a patriotic meadow
Just a coincidence
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That’s right. The flag stole the colors from the flowers.
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http://flickerofthoughts.com/2021/05/04/i-am-one-of-us/
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I Am One of Us
They are puzzled about me
An eccentric nerd
bury herself in books
walk in summer storm
stare at the sky for hours
A sore thumb
standing out in small talks
unable to pick up social cues
receive no offense of sarcasm
I am told that
I am the eighth colour
of the rainbow
I am just as beautiful
as all the other flowers
in the field
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Some grammar correction pending 😳
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This is poetry, grammar is optional.
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I like that! 😄
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Ah, Violet, I missed you. Well done!
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Thank you! 😄😊
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Should I ask the lord’s gardener
for direction
my dandelions think
they are sunflowers?
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Excellent! Let’s all aspire to sunflowerhood!
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Perhaps they are expressing solidarity with Ukraine.
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