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.
Dirt coated, bare feet
Cool, dusk misted grass
Waiting with suspended stick
One by one, daddy lights the tip
With his fresh filled Zippo
Mesmerized by the sparkle
I gently swirled the stick
Grinning with delight
Packing this memory
In my soul
Now I still remember
What it’s like
To hope
For sparks
In a much older life
Zippo had the right idea
We two
held apart from each other
only by the thinness of a wire
sparkle
a molten shower from your soul
ignites me
as together we put on a lightshow
for all who wish to see
but truly
only for each other
Frizzle
Little sparkles
Make my birthday
Happy, cheery and beautiful
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Lovely. Are you a July baby?
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Nope!
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Love the poetic license!
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😁
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Dirt coated, bare feet
Cool, dusk misted grass
Waiting with suspended stick
One by one, daddy lights the tip
With his fresh filled Zippo
Mesmerized by the sparkle
I gently swirled the stick
Grinning with delight
Packing this memory
In my soul
Now I still remember
What it’s like
To hope
For sparks
In a much older life
Zippo had the right idea
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So easy to picture little Lisa gently swirling the sparkler. Well done!
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We two
held apart from each other
only by the thinness of a wire
sparkle
a molten shower from your soul
ignites me
as together we put on a lightshow
for all who wish to see
but truly
only for each other
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Love the “molten shower from your soul ignites me” Well done!
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Sparkling to my heart
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