
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
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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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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