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Monday Poetry Prompt: Scrapbook

This week let’s write a scrapbook poem. It could be about making a scrapbook or looking through a scrapbook or maybe even making a poetic version of a scrapbook where each stanza is a distinct image, like a snapshot. Post your album 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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3 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Scrapbook

  1. Dennis (Donncha)'s avatar

    (An excerpt, Beat 9, of a playlet written and performed at the St. Louis (MO) Fringe Festival, 2017. The play – Didn’t You See Us. A story of the children of the Syrian Rising.)

    Who Is God

    The god of the Jews brought us law … and taught us vengence.
    The god of the Christians brought us love … and taught us hypocrisy and indifference.
    The god of the Muslims brought us peace … and taught us intolerance.

    Who is this God? This being who gives life … who raises us up from dust and ash … then strikes us down … even those too young to have committed any crime?

    We talked among ourselves … lest our parents disapprove … only wishing to understand.

    Some said they didn’t know who God was … some that He was real … others said strong … Maryam said God was a woman – because only a mother could see such evil, and still love the doers of such deeds.

    Many said God created all things but … we found that too hard to believe – that God created all this …

    A neighbor boy, Peter, drew a picture – a man with large eyes, a huge smile … his arms stretched out impossibly wide so he could ‘’hug every one’’ … we loved that image …

    [pause – sadness]

    Me? I could only think God must be heartbroken …

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    Posted by Dennis (Donncha) | February 27, 2023, 7:52 AM

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