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August Musical Poetry Prompt

Have a listen to this six minute piano piece, write some poetry then post your results in the comments below.

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.


7 thoughts on “August Musical Poetry Prompt

  1. October11, 1983

    She ran
    ponytail swishing
    then right
    and then left again
    her skin glowing
    under blustery October skies
    a picture of eternal youth

    I sat inside
    physics book
    my constant companion
    at a table unused
    next to the piano
    by the large windows
    overlooking the practice field
    where she holds court

    I wish I could say hello
    say anything to her
    this apparition
    this graceful Helen
    words fail
    when they could do the most good
    hands grasp to write but are struck down
    a mind stricken with sudden aphasia
    can conjure no charm to her heart
    or even
    to hello

    But at the piano
    my hands move on the keys
    without thought
    without care
    a muse tapping out
    an emotional landscape
    where words cannot reach
    and paint infinity
    a life
    an entire life
    with her

    I look up and see
    a now empty field
    Helen gone
    back to Troy
    second floor

    But my heart is filled
    with joy
    a vision
    a lifetime of love
    unstained by reality
    unconstrained by what could be
    and know a true love
    that can never be taken away
    as she danced with my fingers
    flowing freely
    in an embrace of sound
    we make together

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 31, 2022, 12:34 AM
  2. Cinquain

    this could
    only be french
    sad plaintiff whimsy sounds
    like saturday afternoon in

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Rall | August 30, 2022, 1:31 AM
  3. Motorcycle to the Opera

    I’m going back to Italy when I am reborn
    young, supple and super cute,
    straddling a motocicletta
    behind Adonis in an Armani suit

    The fragrance of shampoo in my face
    his hard waist beneath my palms,
    I going back to Italy for
    dolce lussurioso earthly balm

    I’m going back to Italy
    where the old women wear black
    live to be one hundred and six
    growing roses in the cul de sac

    I’m going back to Italia
    to eat grapes from the vine
    to have them cambia il mio cuore
    deep inside to ruby wine

    To roam the Tuscan hills
    and find Assisi’s cave
    where he sits in remorse
    for all the sins he craved

    I will call him from the hills
    my arms laden with newborn lambs,
    birds about my head, dea dell’amore,
    I going back to Italy dressed in red

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by ts19page | August 29, 2022, 11:46 AM

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