Fraiku: Barefoot

Posted on 2022/05/06 by Bartholomew Barker

I love walking barefoot
on freshly cut glass
my blood— the morning dew

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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15 Responses to Fraiku: Barefoot

  1. JeanMarie says:
    2022/05/06 at 20:39

    You are a sneaky devil aren’t you? You knew I would read it as “grass” and then do a double take when I had to re-read it. I am retraumatized now from the most recent laceration.

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  2. carolyncordon says:
    2022/05/06 at 22:54

    A fine and cutting poem, well done!

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  3. Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris says:
    2022/05/07 at 00:08

    Bloody well done Bartholomew! 😉

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  4. Cassa Bassa says:
    2022/05/07 at 07:11

    It’s always a hazard…

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  5. yourplateormine967244485 says:
    2022/05/07 at 09:45

    Yes, very clever indeed! 🤗

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  6. pensivepoetblog says:
    2022/05/07 at 11:34

    Seems like a sign of the times. Ouch!

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