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July Visual Poetry Prompt

May the spark of inspiration flare before fingers are burnt.

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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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12 thoughts on “July Visual Poetry Prompt

  1. Donncha's avatar

    Ode to Maud Gonne on This,
    Our Independence Day
    ——————————————–
    She entered the room,
    silently, unannounced,
    yet there was a radiance about her,
    which drew all focus.

    Her eyes seemed to sparkle
    beneath a shy demeanor
    which belied the beauty,
    the charm, the grace,
    the power within her gait.

    As she took a seat,
    the room fell silent,
    a freeze-framed cameo
    of anticipation.
    now motionlessly
    rumbling through the floor.

    Suddenly, an unspoken roar of ”freedom”
    shattered every window
    pounded on every door.
    Subservient to a distant master
    we would be no more.

    Now that SHE came into the room.

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    Posted by Donncha | July 3, 2023, 8:50 AM
  2. nolchafox's avatar

    Sparklies

    I hold a sparkler in my hand
    to add to my collection
    of shiny things that grab my eye
    and mess with my attention.
    Shiny shells and shiny stones
    and sun and wind and moon,
    even if it doesn’t move
    my thoughts are sure to follow.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by nolchafox | July 3, 2023, 8:59 AM
  3. Chris Clarke's avatar

    Sparklers all dream of
    being Thermite-on-a-Stick
    with balls of liquid metal
    fly their wedding dance
    irom and aluminium
    consuming the stick
    consuming the guests
    consuming the night
    for as long as the lovely couple
    can then it’s time to go home
    glowing insects lights
    the way away from
    their bed of consummation

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | July 4, 2023, 12:15 AM

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