
Drawing A Circle
My enemy drew a line
in the overheated sand—
daring me to cross.
With my pen I turned
his line into a circle,
big enough for us both.
Nothing standing in between—
no pundits, no internet,
no ads, just our words
and we soon discovered—
we have more in common
than either of us dare admit.
after Edwin Markham‘s Outwitted
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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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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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This is a wonderful positive message. Lovely. 😊
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Thanks. I’m sure I’ll go back to the cynical stuff next week.
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Lol, ❤
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Wonderful!
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Thanks for helping me with this one in our Living Poetry workshop!
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Your poem speaks volumes! Superb piece.
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Many thanks!
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