This week let’s write an abnormal poem. You could write about something that’s abnormal, irregular or even anomalous or your poem itself could be abnormal, maybe a sonnet with 13 lines or a haiku with 18 syllables. Whatever your misfit, post it 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 
AI may have a place for me
body adjustments, such as a new knee
without the pain of surgery.
I wonder if that could be a thing.
Chat AI what do you think?
TYPING TO CHAT GPT … … … …
Here’s a funny fact about AI and knee repair: Imagine an AI system being so enthusiastic about optimizing your knee joint that it suggests giving you “super knees” that can bend in ways human knees never should! You’d be walking down the street, and suddenly your knee suggests a quick moonwalk or a high jump—just because it thinks that’s the most efficient movement pattern! It’s like having a personal trainer and a comedian in your knee.
MY RESPONSE:
Never mind, I will take my chances with the surgeon.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld | August 26, 2024, 10:49 AMYou’re such a Luddite! (Thanks for sharing, Lisa!)
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 26, 2024, 7:56 PMhttps://nolchafox2.wixsite.com/nolcha-s-written-wor/post/driving-dangerously
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | August 26, 2024, 5:45 PMLove the opening stanza though the poem gets dark at the end. Thanks for retconning this poem to the prompt.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 26, 2024, 8:03 PMI’m glad you enjoyed it! Luckily, that lazy eye, which flared due to a migraine medication I stopped taking, has calmed down now.
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | August 26, 2024, 9:13 PMin the perfection
we see beauty, form and grace
for which we all strive
But writing like life
entropy and chaos do tend
always toward other ends
veiled sun shines through
the breeze not as cooling as we hope
transcription errors run a muck
until the form fades
skin rough, eyes darkened
both blood and ink uneven
unsteady
the price of admission it seems
Is that all things decay
A,C,G and T
growing at random
a cancer at the heart of life
the wildness has a beauty all it’s own
the nature of things is toward life
unbound from the constraints we place on it
all that can be is in fact done
powers of scale
like eddies
sliding down to Kolmogorov’s final home
the smallest doesn’t know the largest
all tending to untending
turbulence is beauty in its own form
grace unintended
unchanging in constant motion
in the stillness
it speaks
listen
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Posted by Chris Clarke | August 28, 2024, 9:28 AMAn epic! I hadn’t heard Kolmogorov’s name since university. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 28, 2024, 11:27 PMHere we go. The poem may not see abnormal but to me, the event that inspired this piece of work was: https://charlesm.online/2024/08/31/the-day-my-old-man-cried/
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Posted by Charles Gregory M | August 31, 2024, 11:46 AMAs long as it prompted new poetry, it counts!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 1, 2024, 9:08 AM