This week let’s write an ethereal poem, more in the highly refined, delicate sense than the heavenly, spiritual sense. Of course, one can be a metaphor for the other. Post your rarefied effort 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 
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | July 8, 2024, 11:54 AMNicely atmospheric!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 8, 2024, 4:17 PMThank you, Bartholomew!
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | July 8, 2024, 4:25 PMGRIEF
Her grief made her lead
nothing stirred in her head
nothing thumped in her chest
As memories of him evaporated
in the ethereal threads of a love now dead.
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Posted by DanielleM | July 8, 2024, 2:29 PMLove those last two lines. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | July 8, 2024, 4:20 PM