The south wind runs
her fingers through my hair
like a distracted lover
(For the Living Poetry Visual Prompt this month.)
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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.
Picture reminds me why I have short hair. Great poem.
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Thank you. I prefer to give the wind something to play with.
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Ditto!
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Very nice. I love the imagery paired with the photo.
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Thanks. I randomly found that photo and thought it’d make a good prompt.
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You’re quite welcome. Good choice!
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Superb imagery Bart … reminds of these lyrics from a Kaleo song ‘Vor í Vaglaskógi’
“It plays in the fair curls and the sweet smelling roses,
It plays in the fair curls; the stirring wind.”
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Cool. I can safely state that I’ve never heard that song nor even heard of the artist.
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Icelandic my friend and they are good
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Nice poem. Enjoy it while you can… ;)
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I’ll be able to enjoy this fraiku long after the last lock has left my scalp.
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Lovely! 😊
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Thanks!
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That’s nice
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Thanks.
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Lovely poems!
I will keep visiting your blog. Your poems are beautiful to read!
Thank you
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Thank you for reading and following!
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