For today’s prompt, write a nature poem.
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For today’s prompt let’s write a gentle poem.

Gentle is not Weak
How gentle the grass grows,
slow yet strong— muscling
through pavement cracks
to strain for the sun.
The loudest silence
is the tree root
splitting a stone
over centuries.
Gentle is not weak,
quiet is not defeated,
wind and water
wear away diamonds.
Devotion defies distraction.
Patience prevails.
(This poem took two prompts and challenge from JeanMarie Olivieri to get written. I guess it takes a village…)
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.
Beautiful!
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Thanks for one of the prompts!
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Well done. Love the grass muscling up. 🌻
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Thanks and thanks for the loudest silence line.
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So beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful ! 🌸
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Pleasure !😊
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