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October Visual Poetry Prompt

Post what comes out of your gourd 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.


16 thoughts on “October Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. All

    All the different colors
    All stacked upon the ground
    All different shapes and sizes
    All used to be alive
    All the sweet fruit of a life’s work
    All beautiful in their own way
    All soon to become rancid and soft
    All too soon some might say
    All victims of things beyond their control
    All the same in the end
    All in all just like us

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | October 19, 2022, 10:08 PM
  2. Pumpkin Field

    Remember that pumpkin field
    under the harvest moon
    where we lay in the coolness of the night?

    A beatle crawled around my ankle
    while your fingers gliding between my longing
    landed in a fire
    ignited by our stardust kisses.

    The shallow field matched our breaths.
    The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits
    reminded me of your raw passion
    overcame the smoothness of my skin.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | October 4, 2022, 5:34 PM
  3. They hallowed me out,
    cut out eyes and a mouth,
    stuck me on a wall.

    The candlelight looks good in me
    but I could do without the flies.

    Fun fact: jack o lanterns used to be made from gourds until someone figured out pumpkins were easier to carve

    Liked by 5 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | October 3, 2022, 11:45 PM
  4. Back To Sunday

    She walked into the room
    flushed, illuminated
    like first light of October
    in the mountains.

    If Jenny comes home for Christmas,
    only the gleaming mornings of October,
    sunset colored pumpkins in the field,
    and corn stalks drying crisp light brown.

    Only mountains rolling burnished
    yellow and green
    with flashes of peach,
    and rust and glory.

    Only the hackberry tree
    covered and undulating away
    in each of four directions
    a trillion trillium-leafed world.

    If Jenny comes home for Christmas
    upward gold will leave gilt
    our ground. To see her
    we will not need to travel far.

    Her face crinkled in a smile and I
    slide down the slope of her
    into a sunny place
    with harvest blooms

    A hummingbird glint of emerald
    and blur,
    Sunday dinner smells
    through pale yellow,

    Dust motes hang in space,
    fullness, everlastingness,
    in days abundant in
    memory forever.
    She was there, and life was.

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by ts19page | October 3, 2022, 12:56 PM
  5. Black, orange, green and brown
    enough food here to feed a crowd!
    Big ones, little ones, look at them all
    plentiful bounty I’m happy it’s Fall!

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris | October 3, 2022, 11:29 AM

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