Fraiku: Grief

Posted on 2022/07/08 by Bartholomew Barker

Like amusement park balloons
escaping my grasp
you’re lost in the sky

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. 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 makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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18 Responses to Fraiku: Grief

  1. JeanMarie says:
    2022/07/08 at 19:41

    Good work. Looking at the sky thinking of a loved one who has died. Where are

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  2. JeanMarie says:
    2022/07/08 at 19:42

    Where are they? Heaven? The cosmos?

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  3. Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris says:
    2022/07/08 at 19:47

    Hauntingly beautiful Bartholomew… 🎈

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  4. yourplateormine967244485 says:
    2022/07/08 at 19:49

    Yes, a beautiful poem! Your poems do deliver and takes me places. 😇🙏💕

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  5. Cassa Bassa says:
    2022/07/08 at 20:08

    It’s like good time has to end.

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  6. Second Act Blogger says:
    2022/07/09 at 11:09

    Seems like there is a collective melancholy – two + years of “the covid” have accelerated the unraveling of societal cohesion.

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  7. butungislayp says:
    2022/07/20 at 21:27

    Thank you for this 💜

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