Moss on a Garden Wall
Moss drips down
the stone wall
at tree’s pace
in slow steady shade
Storms and floods
pass unnoticed
seasons flow
like days
Life tears down walls
not human lives
whose fragile skulls
are dashed upon the rocks
But simple relentless
life eroding the minerals
so our descendants
might burrow in the rubble
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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 makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
They are our crumbling homes of trust
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Crumbling to dust.
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You brought out what’s hidden in that wall. Thanks for writing to this photo. You have done it justice. 💚
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Thank you for the inspirational photo!
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Nature 🥰
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Gratitude.
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You are most welcome ❤️
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Reblogged this on Flicker of Thoughts and commented:
Bartholomew created this piece from a photo I took when I visited Mount Wilson in Autumn some years ago. This poem tells a rich hisoty of a simple wall. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
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