//
you're reading...
Poetry Prompts

June Visual Poetry Prompt

Just two weeks ’til the solstice.

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.

Discussion

8 thoughts on “June Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Sunflowers for Ukraine
    Hold out for Democracy
    Needs blue sky blanket

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | June 6, 2022, 2:34 PM
  2. Fields of flowers for a requiem. I just heard that sunflowers are also planted in Europe to sequester and remove dangerous lead from the soil.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by ts19page | June 6, 2022, 8:58 AM
  3. The honored fallen
    lined on hallowed land
    marble placeholders
    mark where once you stood
    bright-eyed with young dreams

    I wish you were not here
    gone back to the farm
    to the city streets
    stickball games with siblings
    looking up to you with awe

    But the pressure and the heat
    turned the limestone metamorphic
    lead and white phosphorous
    turned burnished gold to rusted heme
    pools on the contested earth

    More fitting would be
    row after row of sunflowers
    heads shining like little suns
    poking out of lines to see
    like the schoolboys you once were

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 6, 2022, 8:53 AM
    • The Package at Our Door with God Inside

      Stereotypes are useful
      in the way leaf rakes are useful;
      to gather up the un-glamorous

      And the fallen.
      On the other hand, we have
      how we see ourselves.

      We can scrupulously avoid
      stereotypes and sugar,
      over-eating, and buying stuff online.

      Until it arrives, brown boxed at your door.
      We keep the box knife nearby,
      become knowledgeable of tape,

      Good at collapsing boxes.
      Folded cardboard fits better in the dump
      blooms damply in the rain.

      Drop the pretense.
      Rationalize the pain of purity’s ill fit,
      too narrow over our spreading selves.

      Once tarnished, and wide, we may get on with it,
      saving the re-usable:
      beauty, toleration, sunrise, bird food.

      The beggar comes to your door;
      open it.
      What is not ours, remains not ours.

      What we have left is this plot of ground,
      these sunflowers,
      a brazen bouquet

      To place upon the table of our repast.
      Sunflower seed feeds cardinals,
      watch them come, evidence

      Of breaking free from hunger
      from the need for fields of flowers
      bending heavy with seed.

      We, the powerful, find
      that we are kind,
      good at resurrecting holiness
      by the dispensation of our hands.

      Liked by 1 person

      Posted by ts19page | June 6, 2022, 9:00 AM
    • A lovely tribute. Thanks for sharing!

      Like

      Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 6, 2022, 8:13 PM

Let us know what you think

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Enter your email address to follow Living Poetry's blog and receive new posts by email.

Join 550 other followers

View Our Latest Poetry Posts

%d bloggers like this: