There is only Ball

There is only Ball
— for Rocco

I never trot until Ball
is secure between my teeth
until then I sprint

I feel no fatigue
no hunger no boredom
there is only Ball

Ball is the bright sun
I revolve around
the moon to whom I howl

I smile my best lopsided
cooling tongue dripping
out my eager mouth

Ever hopeful my furless friend
will throw dear Ball again


For this week’s Living Poetry Prompt and a good friend of mine, Rocco, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, now passed, who loved balls more than me and I was okay with that.

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. 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.
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7 Responses to There is only Ball

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    This is too fun!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Carolyn Stigler says:

    I love this, thank you Bart, and good to see our beloved ball loving boy! I hope all is well by you.

    Carolyn

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