Summer Picnic
Fresh cut grass under our blanket
your warm skin ‘neath my fingertips
a tree is blooming above us
and its petals envy your lips
The low branches waltz in the breeze
to the music guiding your hips
flowers open to catch the sun
and their petals envy your lips
That summer picnic long ago
like that bottle of wine we sipped
still I remember that blossom
how its petals envied your lips
Photographer and model, Renee Staticage
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. 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 makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Lovely.
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Thanks. I wasn’t sure about this one.
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It has a soft twist to it.
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“its petals envy your lips”….I love this line, I love this poem. 💚
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Thank you! I hoped it was good enough to deserve the repetition.
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It is indeed.
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Beautiful 💜
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Thanks!
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A beautifully seductive little poem!
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Many thanks! I’m so glad it works.
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Magical 👍 great and amazing
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Many thanks. Glad you liked it.
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Lovely 🌺
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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You are welcome 😊
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Really gorgeous writing. Have a blessed weekend. 🤗 love ❤️ Joni
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It’s Halloween. I’m planning the opposite of a blessed weekend! ;)
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