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Monday Poetry Prompt: Heirloom

This week let’s write an heirloom poem. Do you have any objects that were treasured by your ancestors? What do you hope to leave as a legacy for future generations? Post your answers 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. 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.

Discussion

14 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Heirloom

  1. In six generations, I am sure
    My name will be remembered by my kin
    as only as one of many to carry it forward

    Whether as Seamus or as James
    or a future variant which I will never hear
    we all stand in a line
    which continues in each direction, unvarying
    beyond what our minds can see

    I thank all of you to one side
    For giving to me all that you could, unintended
    And to other, I pour out an example, undictated
    And I will watch the horizon for as long as I can

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | May 26, 2021, 1:30 PM
  2. Man of the Wind
    Dennis Gray

    I know your face  
    as well as mine 
    My small fingers  
    rode every curl 
    Tooth and jaw. 
    I poked those eyes 
    As well as mine 
    Sitting staring 
    Wondering 
    What you had to say 
    For yourself. 
     
    It was no wonder to me 
    When I found my son 
    Sitting face to face 
    Fingers gliding 
    Across your edges 
    Poking inside those eyes 
    As he pointed 
    To his own 
    Your smile 
    If that’s what it is 
    Greets all who come here. 
     
    Every child is welcomed 
    To roam your face 
    Look into the darkness 
    And wonder 
    What do you have to say 
    For yourself.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Dennis Gray | May 24, 2021, 11:53 AM
  3. I will leave behind
    my words, some typed, some in books, some written
    if they have not been read in my lifetime
    perhaps someone will care to read them
    after my visit on earth
    mother always said
    you’ll miss me when I’m gone
    how I wish I had her letters

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 24, 2021, 7:27 AM

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