Moss on a Garden Wall

Poem inspired by this photo from Cassa Bassa

Moss on a Garden Wall

Moss drips down
the stone wall
at tree’s pace
in slow steady shade

Storms and floods
pass unnoticed
seasons flow
like days

Life tears down walls
not human lives
whose fragile skulls
are dashed upon the rocks

But simple relentless
life eroding the minerals
so our descendants
might burrow in the rubble

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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8 Responses to Moss on a Garden Wall

  1. ivor20 says:

    They are our crumbling homes of trust 
     

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  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    You brought out what’s hidden in that wall. Thanks for writing to this photo. You have done it justice. 💚

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Obong eno says:

    Nature 🥰

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  4. Cassa Bassa says:

    Reblogged this on Flicker of Thoughts and commented:
    Bartholomew created this piece from a photo I took when I visited Mount Wilson in Autumn some years ago. This poem tells a rich hisoty of a simple wall. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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