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November Visual Poetry Prompt

Chew on this and post your poem 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.

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30 thoughts on “November Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Gorgeous shot of the squirrel!

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Susi Bocks | November 11, 2021, 12:03 AM
  2. Over the Hedge

    There is a food shortage
    in our town
    except the gated community

    I’ve found a way
    to climb over the hedge
    to help myself
    with some leftover party food
    and pack some for later

    On my way back down
    I come face to face
    with a squirrel
    nibbling on a pine cone

    It looks at me
    I look at it
    Suddenly I feel really sad
    because God looks after a squirrel
    better than me

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | November 8, 2021, 7:38 AM
  3. Trample stomp scurries scratches
    Tinny rooftop over my head
    Wake up call
    As the troops of scurrying squirrels
    Prepare their day
    It’s futile to sleep
    Time to gather nuts

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | November 7, 2021, 8:53 PM
  4. Red Squirrel Delight

    Sky rockets in sight
    red squirrel delight,
    quick intricate delight.

    Russet fur
    and conifer
    further than you were,

    Yet close enough
    to spy the spry
    sparkle in the creature eye.

    Fall hispid feasts of fulsome
    cones and seeds,
    a crunch for lunch,

    Prickle branch,the twiggy perch
    woven crisscrossed and intertwined
    geometrical divisions
    in lines and counter lines.

    He pauses here
    In tangled tines
    and barbed sprig, until
    switched at a moment’s twitch,
    the scene is gone,
    scurried Sciuridae.

    Gnawed, the cone falls
    branch to branch
    down labyrinthine ways
    landing soft, weightless,
    and enfolded on the earth.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by ts19page | November 7, 2021, 1:38 PM
  5. Riding on the 1 – train
    Not my usual R
    To Upper East Side
    Someplace different to ride

    He sat there
    In his ruddy camel-hair overcoat
    on an orange-colored seat
    Perfectly coiffed, perfectly perfect

    With a brief glance
    he sized me up
    not a threat
    not worthy of his attention

    back to his bento box
    he ate his supper
    probably thinking of the sales of that day
    dreaming of the upcoming weekend

    I just tried to keep warm
    as I jumped out to head downtown
    content not to eat bento box dinners
    and get back to Brooklyn before 10:00

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | November 5, 2021, 10:14 PM
  6. Don’t feed me your lies
    A stick is not a nut
    I hunger for truth

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | November 5, 2021, 9:55 PM
  7. Very cute! 💚😄

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | November 1, 2021, 8:29 AM
  8. Squirrel
    (In response to Bartholomew Barker’s November Visual Poetry Prompt)
    By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

    We sat eye to eye
    Me, inside my warm, cozy cabin
    Sweet scent of hot apple cider
    dancing happily around me

    Him, resplendent in his home
    Snow framing his petite form
    Boughs of evergreen
    bouncing softly in the breeze

    A bite of my cinnamon stick
    He gnawed on his and stopped
    Taunting me
    Teasing me

    A chattered challenge
    I took up the melee
    popping the entire sweet
    onto my exuberant tongue

    Not to be outdone
    he devoured his delight
    Those sharp teeth sawing
    with meticulous precision

    Shiny brown eyes glare at me
    through frost glazed windows
    Two cinnamon sticks had I
    poor mr squirrel he had none

    Liked by 5 people

    Posted by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris | November 1, 2021, 7:52 AM

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