(From Living Poetry’s Monday Poetry Prompt. Today’s was a Visual Prompt.)
Unable to Connect
I dropped my phone—
well— more like threw
it to the pavement—
by accident.
I can’t check email,
no more blinky text alerts,
it doesn’t chime or sing
when someone calls—
not that anyone called
besides scammers and salesmen.
I am untethered
from the 21st century,
floating away, high above the country,
finally seeing the big picture.
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
I quite like this one, it amplifies the modern isolation through technology.
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Thanks!
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Love the throw line.
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Thanks. I wasn’t sure if that would work.
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by accident… says a lot. Nicely done.
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Thanks.
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Saying much in the things you leave out, and a great last line, that’s a mark of a great Poem! This is a great poem indeed …
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Thank you very much!
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