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Monday Poetry Prompt: Backyard

This week let’s write a backyard poem. With summer fast approaching those of us in the northern hemisphere, maybe you’ll be spending more time in the backyard, either your current or perhaps ones from your youth. While we may not have a literal backyard, we all have figurative ones, so there’s no NIMBY excuse. Post what’s in your backyard 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.


18 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Backyard

  1. the backyard is shared
    with neighbors and their kids and
    dogs who like to sniff
    there was a lady who walk her cat
    such a tiny furrball named Keelee
    I miss them

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | June 4, 2021, 6:10 PM
  2. In the cool of the evening
    out in the woods beyond my backyard
    Wood Thrushes sing a song of joy
    to everything that cares to hear

    In the breeze, leaves gently bow
    as It moves past each one
    in turn

    Out front, trucks rumble past
    radios too loud
    to notice the song
    or the woods
    so near

    But here
    here in the Backyard
    in the liminal nightfall
    every evening is a thin time
    each moment, a chorus
    calling us to join in

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | May 31, 2021, 5:12 PM
  3. Writing Spot

    I spent many lone nights
    swaddled in a rainbow hammock
    by the crackling firepit
    in my manicured backyard
    under the clear stary sky
    in cold deep winters

    Many poems were born
    from frozen fingers tapping
    on a frosted screen
    when the embers started to go out
    in the wee hours of the night

    With a final sense of satisfaction
    I straightened my beanie
    wrapped myself in the wool blanket
    resettled in my ugg boots
    hurried into the house
    where everybody I loved
    were all in a deep sleep

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 31, 2021, 10:32 AM

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