Welcome SignRiding the roller coaster
insubstantial enough to walk
through yet still be lifted
and dropped,
the child squeals,
hands in the air,
salt caked on sun burnt cheeks
from having lost too many hours
at the ocean.

That is the poem I wrote “on demand” at my Intro to Poetry class last week. It was a small group, just four eager students, but we got some good work done and it was fun deconstructing Frost.

Saturday I’ll be teaching another class. This time I’ll be in Rolesville, North Carolina, with some middle schoolers talking about poetry on demand. I believe poetry on demand is a skill that can only be unlearned and, with a little luck, the kids will leave my session knowing when to properly employ ignorance.

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. 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.
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4 Responses to Ocean

  1. Little Monster Girl says:

    that’s awesome! it’s great that you are teaching people! people often don’t want to be bothered to teach what they know. You are awesome!!


  2. Emily Cooper says:

    I was scared of the big waves till … a few years ago, frankly. :-)


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