This week let’s write a gratitude poem. This should be pretty straightforward and timely. Post a thankful poem in the comments below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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Posted by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris | November 22, 2021, 8:27 AMIt seems that November and especially Thanksgiving brings us contemplation, and if we are fortunate a gratitude for far more than feasts of food, rather the feasts of the heart. They say that man cannot live from bread alone, but from every word of love. Good parents produce people of gratitude, it seems. Thanks for your poem.
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Posted by ts19page | November 22, 2021, 10:26 AMLovely … thank you for sharing. ~Gypsie
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Posted by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris | November 22, 2021, 10:47 AMA lovely tribute. Thanks!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 22, 2021, 6:32 PMGratitude Poem
The Brim of Dying
Youth is soft prelude,
the drums and rush of sound come later
and screech ear-splitting noise
before the last of it.
We sang as we drove the car
the humming road an accompaniment,
the trees rushed by
and wildflowers lit the day.
We were full to the brim
and yet our hearts bore warning
in this young valley distant slopes
loomed.
We did not have high
altitude breathing
You risked as much
as space gave room,
And shone with an aura
that made me afraid,
I must have known
you would not last.
When they laid you in the grave
all truth of the world altered,
hard courage,
all that was left, a gift.
I took it up
a tool to to live by,
residue
of ruptured love.
You must be existing somewhere,
No one could lose forever such as you,
not God, who placed you
so close to his heart.
Wherever your existence,
from this constraint that is left,
I carve out honeyed days, peace,
and know that I am blest.
Whatever cares
for me,
cares for you best,
for all that loveliness.
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Posted by ts19page | November 22, 2021, 10:23 AMLove the “humming road an accompaniment” and the whole second stanza. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 22, 2021, 6:34 PMFor Sky
Thank you, sky, for maple and ash
that filter your gaze,
for your wide blue face that
blesses violets,
Siberian wallflowers—those little
golden suns—and deep purple iris.
Thank you for your shimmering veil
that keeps the fire from searing
the green earth, and for birthing
red-shouldered hawks that dip
and swoop, connecting me to you.
Thank you for your faithfulness
through storms, mist, snow,
for announcing each new day.
Thank you for seeing me
and letting me see you.
Caroline Cottom
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Posted by redfoxpoet | November 22, 2021, 3:50 PMBeautiful! ~Gypsie
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Posted by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris | November 22, 2021, 3:52 PMThank you, Ami!
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Posted by redfoxpoet | November 22, 2021, 3:57 PMExcellent! I also thank the sky for revealing the stars.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 22, 2021, 6:37 PMLikeLiked by 2 people
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Posted by JeanMarie | November 23, 2021, 5:05 AMI wrote a comment on your website, JeanMarie. Lovely poem and blog post!
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Posted by redfoxpoet | November 23, 2021, 8:50 AMThank you! 💙
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Posted by JeanMarie | November 23, 2021, 12:40 PMVery nice post and an excellent poem. Though drinking coffee makes me want to kneel at a different pot.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 23, 2021, 5:17 PMA job that does not eat my brain
A team that follows me into the unknowable
Adult children that still give spontaneous embraces
A life partner who is my rock
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | November 27, 2021, 3:10 PMThat’s a good list to be grateful for sis.
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Posted by JeanMarie | November 27, 2021, 4:05 PMGreat first line!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | November 27, 2021, 4:34 PM