On The Spectrum
The world is not black and white
nor is it shades of grey
we live in infinite color
more than our eyes can see
purple is both red and blue and neither
people can be wrong without being evil
poems can be about more than one thing
get used to it
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 
As is life. Nicely done.
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Thanks.
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I love the message this piece gives.
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Thanks!
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So much truth here said in few words. Great poetry. My husband and I were just talking about these thoughts over dinner. Computers alone have 16 million colors. There must be an infinite amount in the natural world that we can’t even see… And certainly there is a spectrum on many things in life.
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Thanks. I try to convey a lot in the fewest words possible.
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Getting a little bossy there at the end. My work here is done.
(Nice job.)
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Sometimes a poem has to get bossy.
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