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 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 
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I thought I should give the canines equal time this week.
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This is too fun!!
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Thanks! He was fun to play fetch with.
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Aww
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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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Thank you for introducing me to Rocco. I miss him and the whole crew.
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