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January Visual Poetry Prompt

Happy New Year, poets! Post what you see 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.


46 thoughts on “January Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Green Root in Winter

    Burning cardboard boxes in the fireplace
    the flame burns green
    all outside is white and still
    wood splinters clutter the hearth
    we want a wood fire
    to warm the winter heart.

    We wear layers, comforted with wool
    from sheep who grazed in sunlight
    on green meadows,
    prodded by shepherds, made to lie down.

    We burn the boxes one by one.
    There will be no more firewood
    until the woodcutter comes.

    The blaze crackles,
    flames sear the chimney
    to scatter in pale smoke
    under the obsidian sky.

    Fiery orange, yellow, red,
    a spirit of green bounds upward,
    as a summer memory of leaves.

    Smoke rises, a sacrifice
    in homage to the past,
    those many women huddled up
    close to the fire, in ice-locked January.

    Outside, fetching more wood
    they look up to see the spectrum in the stars,
    colors of cold light,
    gathering the wood from starlight
    the light connection is the soul of winter.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by ts19page | January 8, 2023, 9:52 AM
  2. Happy New Year, Folks!

    Here’s the first poem of the year.
    I dreamed I breathed under water
    my lungs
    filtering life from the liquid
    the universal solvent

    with arms outstretched I float
    in cold molten sapphire
    light raging above
    rays illuminate below

    On land my ocean leaks out
    bright heme soaks the land
    uncertain if I will wake from this dream
    uncertain if I already have

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | January 7, 2023, 10:20 PM
    • The dream of breathing underwater has so many meanings, and this poem works well with this image. The ending evokes the idea of life being a dream within a dream. The arms outstretched is a powerful image too, as if the poet is becoming an element of the universe, between light and reflected light, very good description of a mystical state of mind. Great work!


      Posted by ts19page | January 8, 2023, 9:25 AM
    • An excellent start to the new year. I especially liked the “cold molten sapphire”. Well done!


      Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 8, 2023, 1:02 PM
  3. To sit in wonder
    Still with pure fascination
    Glory of a child

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by John | January 2, 2023, 11:42 PM
  4. One fish
    Two fish
    Yellow and Blue Fish
    Nice to look at but not to eat
    Pass the potatoes and the meat

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | January 2, 2023, 4:18 PM
  5. Fish in the tank
    Fish on my plate

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Second Act Blogger | January 2, 2023, 11:16 AM
  6. Saltwater

    Every now and then I
    into an underwater view
    It begins by seeing the fine bones
    of your fingers, skin stretched smooth
    to join thumb. I glide over
    the eel skin of your palm that
    glistens with salt water.

    Every now and then I
    away from feet on stone,
    from walking back and forth
    inside a day,
    to slip warm into the prism
    in your eye, I
    in rhythm of feeding,
    breathe in, breathe out.

    Every now and then I
    below the waves of how we live
    from each others happiness
    like from a cup,
    this water in a dry day.
    We drink as it fills, never empty.

    Every now and then I
    looking up or looking down
    the short distance we have left
    before we surface.
    We could fear that moment
    our breath will stop
    but we do not,
    for in world or out of world,
    love is water and we are fish.

    Liked by 6 people

    Posted by ts19page | January 2, 2023, 9:03 AM
  7. speckled, dancing fish
    bring him a moment’s stillness
    tranquility achieved

    Liked by 5 people

    Posted by wordsandcoffee1 | January 2, 2023, 8:42 AM
  8. Anseo, shuígh mé
    Mo dhroim chucu
    Ar eagla …

    Ar eagla
    Go mbeadh fíos orthú
    Go feicfidh siad
    Na deora
    Ar m’aghaidh

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Dennis | January 2, 2023, 7:50 AM
  9. Vision of You

    I saw you
    I saw the boy in you
    full of love for the world and
    the people in it

    I saw you
    I saw the boy in you fell off
    over and over again with
    no one dusting you off

    I saw you
    I saw the boy in you sobbing for
    the unheard words
    and unfelt love

    I saw you
    I saw the boy in you trapped in
    a shattered glass heart
    bleeding into glimpse of hope

    I saw you
    I saw the boy in you
    puffy cheeks and a million dollar grin
    fading away in a politically correct world

    I saw you
    I saw the boy in you
    a pure and innocent soul could not be unseen
    Truly I saw YOU

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 2, 2023, 7:32 AM
  10. The fish darted by the boy display
    unable to endure the captured,
    frantic look on the face of the exhibit’s
    newest acquisition.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris | January 2, 2023, 7:24 AM

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