Angry Summer Sonnet
Do not put your fist
through drywall or glass.
Do not screech frustration
behind shuttered windows.
Knock on neighbor’s door.
Anger leads to action
and action to change.
Bring everyone you know.
Punch the sky.
Let the summer boil.
Make lightning fear
the thunder of our voices.
Raise those fists in defiance
and hit the streets!
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 
Powerful piece!
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Thank you. I forgot to tag it as coming from this week’s Living Poetry Prompt: Anger.
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I noticed that, I am yet to write mine
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I’m eager to read what you come up with.
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I love the intensity of your poem, Bartholomew! Together, we can change the world.👏
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Thank you very much. Solidarity!
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Powerful!
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Thanks! Anger is a powerful emotion.
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I felt the angry summer! Such an intense sonnet. Loved it!
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Thanks! I think it’ll be an intense summer.
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It’s long overdue, isn’t it?
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It is. I suppose we have the pandemic to thank.
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We do get to the point where enough is enough. Nice piece, thanks for posting it.
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Thanks for reading.
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Love these lines: Make lightning fear
the thunder of our voices. and i visualize fist in the air.
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Many thanks!
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