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May Visual Poetry Prompt

Happy May Day! Hope your April was overflowing with poetry and you’ll post a new May poem 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 “May Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. hard and steady
    my walls stood
    carved with years
    of wind and rain
    trial and strife

    you landed on me and
    the seed sprouted
    on me, in me
    we grew to be one
    green flesh, greenstone

    and when you left
    trunk sliced in two
    you, free to fly
    smoke someplace nearby (I presume)
    The roots of our love remain

    hard and steady
    my walls stand
    carved with years
    of wind and rain
    trial and strife

    and by love
    with the power to dissolve
    the thick stone
    surrounding my heart
    greenstone, green flesh


    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | May 5, 2023, 6:41 PM
  2. A home or a tree
    I don’t want to live in the clouds.
    Build me a home on dirt
    near the roots of the old ones
    so I can breathe in their woody wisdom

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | May 3, 2023, 10:55 PM
  3. Ta Prohm Temple, Cambodia

    Amidst the jungle’s lush embrace
    Ta Prohm stands, a lost palace
    A place where roots and walls entwine
    A sight to see, a true shrine

    Sporadic light streams through the trees
    Guiding me through its mysteries
    I feel the past whisper in my ear
    And sense the history that’s near

    The carvings, sculptures, and frescoes
    Remind me of what once arose
    A culture grand, now long gone
    Leaves behind a lasting song

    The way the roots embrace the stones
    Is as if nature took on thrones
    And claimed this place as its own
    With beauty that’s still not overthrown

    I walk around in awe and wonder
    Taking in all the sporadic splendor
    It feels like time has stood still
    In this temple, nature’s will

    And as I leave, I turn my head
    And take one last look, heart full of dread
    For I know I may never return
    To this magical place that makes my heart yearn.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by The Inkwell (Pankaj Kumar) | May 1, 2023, 8:19 AM

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