March 12th
Purple confetti
on my car
as if the dogwoods
are celebrating
the squishy ground
but the birds
are singing
too loud,
too early.
I was up late partying
with the trees.
(Wrote this one at a little poetry workshop with some teenagers.)
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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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Lovely!
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Thanks!
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Sweet! Sweet!
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Double thanks!
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=)
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Nice
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Thanks.
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Almost feels like a poetry-on-demand poem
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It was very much like that except we wrote for five minutes and nobody gave me a word but there was this tree out the window.
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