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August Visual Poetry Prompt

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Serve up your poem 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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25 thoughts on “August Visual Poetry Prompt”

  1. Cressida's avatar

    august
    our last month of winter
    roll on spring
    no swimming
    but plenty of tennis
    half time oranges
    being the best part part of the
    hit miss and giggle team

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    Posted by Cressida | August 1, 2022, 8:39 AM
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  2. ts19page's avatar

    Desert Island

    We played cast up on a desert island,
    with water and trees
    coconuts, oranges, mangoes,
    and wild goats, Crusoe had goats.

    We were beautiful queens,
    one dark, one pale
    who wove artistic huts of palm fronds,
    white sand a smooth floor.

    Lying in rags
    in our plaited hammocks
    in the shade
    until the cloth wore out,

    Until we realized
    what was essential;
    a single shipwrecked young
    handsome boy- to share.

    The game now complete,
    we reveled in being marooned,
    unseen and free, with the flush,
    the portent, of being known.

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    Posted by ts19page | August 1, 2022, 3:24 PM
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  4. carolyncordon's avatar

    Kissing Cousins

    Smaller, but still same color,
    easily pulled into tasty bite-sized
    chunks, unlike its bigger cousin. I love ’em –
    no knife needed, just pull peel off and chow down,
    no troublesome juice dripping from wrist to elbow!
    Give me the smaller, but never inferior cousin,
    even if its name isn’t also its color! Yes,
    give me a Mandarin thanks, and I’ll
    happily kiss Oranges goodbye!

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    Posted by carolyncordon | August 2, 2022, 5:10 AM
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  5. JeanMarie's avatar

    Knock Knock
    Who’s there?
    Orange
    Orange who?
    Orange you surprised that I didn’t write a poem?

    … runs a way …

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    Posted by JeanMarie | August 3, 2022, 2:07 AM
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  6. Chris Clarke's avatar

    You lie on your side
    asleep
    the light
    smooth and warm
    illuminates you
    subtle curves
    gentle touch
    shadows start
    where you end
    running unto me
    the scent of fresh cut oranges
    like those you bring to the soccer games
    a comfort
    southern comfort
    your southern comfort
    sweetness tempered
    we will soon savor
    again

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 4, 2022, 11:06 PM
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  7. Cassa Bassa's avatar

    This is an old poem I wrote last year which fits this prompt:

    Orange Peel

    Sexy lady
    Ordered from the menu
    Last night’s zest
    Stained my fingernail

    This morning
    The off smell irritated
    my spliting headache

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    Posted by Cassa Bassa | August 9, 2022, 6:01 PM
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