This week let’s write a discovery poem. So many options here, I won’t even bother to offer suggestions just be sure to post what you discover in the comments below.
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.
Living Poetry 
He had a gift.
A certain … style
or way about him.
He strode confidently,
every room he entered,
his stage.
Every eye,
its gaze,
in engrams recording
the color of his clothes,
his posture, its pose,
every feature of his face.
He took his place,
behind the lecturn,
grasped the mic,
held it firm,
then burst into tears.
Why had she spurned him
with her death.
A sentence,
he could not speak.
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Posted by Dennis Corcoran | June 12, 2023, 7:22 AMGreat ending!
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Posted by nolchafox | June 12, 2023, 7:33 AMThank you.
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Posted by Dennis | June 12, 2023, 7:48 AMWhat a twist at the end! Nicely done.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 12, 2023, 6:30 PMThank you!
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Posted by Dennis | June 12, 2023, 6:34 PMDouble Oops
I trip upon a doggie toy,
it hits my coffee cup.
The coffee spills
and stains the rug.
I discover what goes down
can be a bother
to clean up.
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Posted by nolchafox | June 12, 2023, 7:32 AMI think that’s a corollary to what goes up must come down. Well discovered!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 12, 2023, 6:33 PMLikeLiked by 1 person
Posted by Jewish Young Professional "JYP" | June 12, 2023, 4:27 PMI’d forgotten the part of the story where Jacob’s opponent pops Jacob’s hip. Love the ending. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 12, 2023, 6:44 PMLikeLike
Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 12, 2023, 10:10 PMslivers of sunshine
illuminate shady corners
leads to discovery of lost items
and dust bunnies
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 15, 2023, 3:58 AMLove it! What are the dust bunnies metaphors for?
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 15, 2023, 5:22 PMI have no idea. I’m just the poet. 🙂
OK, no metaphor was intended but now that you’ve asked….hmmm….possibilities. 🙂
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Posted by JeanMarie | June 15, 2023, 5:36 PMGood answer! I assumed the dust bunnies were a metaphor for the corrupt oligarchs after being exposed the sunshine of true democracy.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | June 15, 2023, 5:40 PM