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March Visual Poetry Prompt

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It doesn’t take a weatherman to know to post your poems in the comments below.

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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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26 thoughts on “March Visual Poetry Prompt”

  1. ivor20's avatar

    Here is a Tanka Bart ..

    Abandoned (a Tanka)

    May the stormy winds
    Calmly abate in Europe
    And bring peace quickly
    Do not forget the children
    We cannot abandon them

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    Posted by ivor20 | March 7, 2022, 7:19 AM
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  2. Nanci Arvizu's avatar

    Blow it out of me
    Please

    Let me feel like I am me
    Again.
    Finally.

    The Anger. The Triggers.
    The boiling just under the surface.

    Let the lava stop
    cool, harden, break
    open to reveal a new me
    from the fire to the wind
    clear my mind

    Blow it out of me
    Please

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    Posted by Nanci Arvizu | March 7, 2022, 11:23 PM
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  3. JeanMarie's avatar

    The wind is my friend
    playing, pushing, teasing me
    A real Frenemy

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    Posted by JeanMarie | March 8, 2022, 2:45 AM
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  4. Cassa Bassa's avatar

    The Last Control

    Grief hit me
    like a gust of wind
    on a clear day
    I couldn’t see it coming
    stumbled to survive
    another blow

    I knew it was you
    full of energy
    charged with rage

    Was that to laugh
    at my boring
    and simple life
    or to stir me to anger

    You don’t get to
    dictate my emotions
    anymore
    We were done
    when you sinked yourself
    in the lake
    just to have the last say

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    Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 8, 2022, 3:37 PM
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  5. ts19page's avatar

    Windblown

    To know which way
    the wind blows

    Is a talent for those
    who have a nose
    for trouble.

    The scent of trouble
    is not the smell of fear
    but thinner,

    Walled up and striving
    to escape,

    A winding serpent
    an undulation in the air.

    Best to turn your back
    on too much foresight,

    Leading to Delphis of the mind,
    and wild-haired oracles

    Whose hair is windblown
    in the stillness of the cave.

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    Posted by ts19page | March 8, 2022, 10:04 PM
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  6. Second Act Blogger's avatar

    Late to the party this week. Submitting my contribution – soul of an accountant.

    Soul of an accountant

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    Posted by Second Act Blogger | March 11, 2022, 3:59 PM
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    • ts19page's avatar

      Looked up “Fraiku” and came up with this: “Communication is unambiguously the greatest strength of people with this name. A diplomat to the core. Ensuring peace and creating balance for all the involved parties.” This seems so harmonious with your amiable role.. Otherwise I am not sure what a Fraiku is..

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      Posted by ts19page | March 12, 2022, 9:51 AM
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