At the Beach

Posted on 2022-04-25 by Bartholomew Barker

Today’s poem came from my monthly visit to Charles House. We read a bunch of dog poems from various poets of varying degrees of fame. The canine in the poem we wrote together was inspired by a companion of one of the participants. I absolutely love that he was named after Mr. Smee from Peter Pan.

I might have to change Bobo’s name…

not Smee but a kindred spirit

At the Beach

Smee wags up to everyone
he licks their faces
and smiles a tonguey grin
covered in wet sand
this first hot day

He drops his beloved
slobber ball at my feet
and with pincered fingers
I chuck it in the ocean

Where fearless he swims
into the waves searching
for his floating treasure

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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.
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9 Responses to At the Beach

  1. pensivepoetblog's avatar pensivepoetblog says:
    2022-04-25 at 20:59

    Lovely. Dog and man. Keep it simple. All you need is each other and a little water.

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  3. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:
    2022-04-25 at 22:23

    Very lively indeed, I can so imagine such playful scene.

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  4. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:
    2022-04-25 at 23:38

    Well done Charles House. And you too. 😃💜

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  5. equipsblog's avatar equipsblog says:
    2022-04-26 at 10:55

    Dog days of summer
    Aren’t here yet
    But the beach is still warm
    For both
    Canines and companions

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