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February Visual Poetry Prompt

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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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19 thoughts on “February Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Woke up this morning. Fell out of bed. *
    Didn’t get far cause I broke my head.
    So much blood. It was bright red.
    I am lucky that I’m not dead.
    The doctor gave me a band aid.
    I got a bill that has to be paid.
    Woke up this morning. Fell out of bed.
    I got blues cause I got no bread.

    *not a true story

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | February 11, 2022, 4:58 PM
  2. What a fun picture! It inspired this American Haiku

    Bandage on Concrete?

    Bandage on Concrete?

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Second Act Blogger | February 11, 2022, 3:05 PM
  3. He simply threw it on the ground
    as he drove away from the light
    Garbage, like this part of town
    nowhere, no place, out of sight

    where he lives
    the streets are freshly paved
    smooth and uniform and glistening black
    paradise for his skateboarding youth
    long since gone
    now, a firm grip for his 275/35/20s

    How long ago was that street
    pocked and pebble strewn
    sidewalks catawampus
    with sounds of car misfires
    and baseball games filling the air
    the detritus of the week’s work
    placed in dented metal cans out back
    competing with some mother’s cooking
    for supremacy of the breeze

    home is more than a place you live
    family and friends aren’t always
    so tidy and neat as you presume they are
    and the fortunes of that
    garbage side town may not be as bright
    as you seem to think yours is

    better that precious band-aid
    garbage
    be used to hold your soul together
    to keep you from falling away
    sliding off the face of the earth
    before the crack become too wide to mend
    with just a simple plastic strip

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | February 8, 2022, 12:45 PM
  4. Underwater

    The lake flows as if it were remembering
    how to be a river
    the south by southeast direction drains
    toward equilibrium.

    So much can shift that is believed to be fixed,
    anomaly is the doorway to wisdom.
    There is the mind in you awake to suddenness
    in you is also the encompassing eye.

    We do not die from expansion
    the way we shrivel from distinction.

    All the way home she suffered
    and got there empty as a stone
    but healing came with mittens of fog
    and she knew, arising as mist, she knew.

    You only hear me when you love me.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ts19page | February 7, 2022, 10:23 AM
  5. Failed Attempt

    I was so naiive
    Rush to comfort you
    Like a tiny Band-Aid
    Assuming love mends all
    Didn’t realise
    I was pouring love
    into a bottomless crack

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    Posted by Cassa Bassa | February 7, 2022, 7:53 AM

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