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June Musical Poetry Prompt

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This one gets used in a lot of movies but I don’t want a screenplay. Just post your poem 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.

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18 thoughts on “June Musical Poetry Prompt”

  1. brightstardancing's avatar

    .
    So much has been said
    On the nature of daylight
    Sweet thoughts in one’s head
    Soft music by handwrite

    From a firefly’s flight
    To the glow of a candle
    Patio lanterns delight
    Sun dances on sand hills

    Life’s animation
    Without which, there’s no show
    Daylight is creation
    The Big Bang . . . and presto!
    .

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    Posted by brightstardancing | June 29, 2026, 9:02 AM
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  2. poetisatinta's avatar

    What a fabulous piece of music this is thanks Bart https://poetisatinta.wordpress.com/2026/06/29/living-musical-poetry/ 🩷

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    Posted by poetisatinta | June 29, 2026, 10:41 AM
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  3. Maggie's avatar

    Here’s my entry Bart 💜

    On the Nature of Daylight

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    Posted by Maggie | June 29, 2026, 11:27 AM
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  4. Chris Clarke's avatar

    The snow fell

    not exciting

    as it was

    in my past memory

    I saw snow

    some November before

    Thanksgiving

    long ago

    the wind murmuring

    gentle encouragements

    to the last leaves

    still on branches

    falling down

    like they should

    This wet snow

    melted

    as soon as it alighted

    on the chilled glass

    at speed

    shape transmuted from

    complex to oblate

    falling up

    the windscreen

    This is all wrong

    it’s not supposed to

    be this way

    times have changed

    simplified

    all nuance gone

    denotation

    without connotation

    falling out

    of these times

    As the snow fell

    all the joy removed

    as it will be

    in my future memory

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 29, 2026, 10:50 PM
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  5. Chris Clarke's avatar

    I am going have to a website, aren’t I?

    UGH.

    Intended structure: Verse 1 and 5 have four lines

    Verses 2,3 and 4: have 10 lines

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | June 29, 2026, 10:52 PM
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  6. Chico’s Mom's avatar

    It’s funny how

    It is a cruel life indeed,
    for all time-spent living, the heart does bleed.
    To feel things you feel no other creature feels.
    To comprehend something so inert it makes your heart reel.
    The scent of a flower reveals its beauty.
    Clashing of metal telling stories of medieval duty.
    A song can take you places you have never saw.
    A breeze and your spirit sores over the earth, breaking that law.
    When a story, a song, a vision can be gained from simple things.
    For a fleeting moment, joy this does bring.
    To realize that all things around you tell a story, from the sky above to the deepest quarry.
    A story about life from creation to creation, A story about death from desecration to desecration.
    Everything in nature has a place and a meaning.
    Everything has a sensation that leaves your senses teaming.
    Life had purpose and meaning, even the smallest of features, it can shake your very being because you feel it like no other creature.

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    Posted by Chico’s Mom | July 4, 2026, 8:46 AM
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