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Monday Poetry Prompt: Erosion

This week let’s write an erosion poem. What is the rain? What gets swept away? What remains? Let us know 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.

Discussion

19 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Erosion

  1. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar

    we eye the summer sky
    search for clouds that darkly hover
    wait for change
    towels hang
    swimsuits on the ready
    clouds rush, rains fall
    puddles form
    soils, grasses, pop up wormy delights
    bird chatter at their finds
    as peeks the sun, once again
    we rush to the door
    open to the warmth and dry views
    jump in our suits, grab towels
    off to swim in another glorious
    post rainy swim
    aah– freshness prevails

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    Posted by Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld | July 10, 2023, 9:42 AM
  2. Nora Yolanda's avatar

    The sweet scent of frankincense
    A candle lit, it sits at the edge of my desk
    The tapping sound against my window

    A rainbow stretches across the city sky
    I’m swept away in a trance
    My breathing slow yet steady

    Carrying with every out breath, the worries of my to-do’s for today

    The drops slap the hot pavement
    In places where the sun once sat
    I Am Still

    My chest lifts itself up and then falls down again
    The calming meditation of a rainy day.

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    Posted by Nora Yolanda | July 10, 2023, 10:42 AM
  3. utopicdystopian's avatar

    Fallen

    Steep summits have
    a come-hithersy vibe
    Do they not?
    like a forbidden allure
    slippery slopes to climb
    and after the risque rendezvous
    their coquettish charm gone
    caught between the treads of boots
    and a desire for a higher ground
    Trails etched out become rivulets
    running the peak down
    washing away the glory
    the elusive mud once untouched
    now piteous pools of mud
    a snagging and dragging pain
    wearing out the will of those
    who wish the illicit union again…

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    Posted by utopicdystopian | July 10, 2023, 11:49 AM
  4. nolchafox's avatar

    What He Gets

    He gives her flowers.
    She is a geyser,
    shucking his skin.

    He gives her chocolates.
    She is a flashflood of tears,
    a whirlpool that drowns him.

    He would say goodbye,
    but he is already gone.

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    Posted by nolchafox | July 10, 2023, 12:46 PM

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