Fraiku: Uninspired

Posted on 2022-06-10 by Bartholomew Barker

All my ideas are lost
wandering this wasteland
I call a mind

(Don’t forget about that call for sorta-sonnets over at Whispers & Echoes.)

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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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18 Responses to Fraiku: Uninspired

  1. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:
    2022-06-10 at 19:17

    Days like this need an emotional rain down.

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  3. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:
    2022-06-10 at 19:51

    I think I’m in your (mental) neighborhood. Good poem.

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  4. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:
    2022-06-10 at 20:50

    And a wandering we shall go …

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  5. pensivepoetblog's avatar pensivepoetblog says:
    2022-06-10 at 22:54

    Yikes!! I always knew your mind was scary, but this is too much!

    LOL! I am enjoying your fraikus.

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  6. pensivepoetblog's avatar pensivepoetblog says:
    2022-06-11 at 00:40

    It’s starting to look like Arizona up there. It’s so hot. Sticky hot.

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