With Each Passing Year
Food loses its flavor.
The sun gets dimmer,
the atmosphere thinner.
I can’t catch my breath.
The Earth’s molten core
is spinning slower like a top
wobbling— I feel gravity tilt
beneath my feet as I walk.
Years fly by faster
than months once did—
something Einstein predicted
but I don’t understand.
The world, once smooth
and vibrant, is shriveling
like a grape turning
into a raisin.
I’m no scientist
but life on this planet
can’t be viable
for very much longer.
(Another two-prompt Tuesday: this poem inspired by the LP Monday Poetry Prompt and Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt.)
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.
Sad truth. Beautiful piece, Bart!💜
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Thank you, Tea. Sad can be beautiful too.
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Beautiful poem, I appreciate the images of your poem, and the subtle humor in your writing too. Though it is a sad state of the world today.
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Thank you, Pam. I had a hard time coming up with enough images to get to Sammi’s 82 word count. If I revise this, it’ll probably get much shorter.
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Yes, but well done 👍 I appreciate the challenge of the word count poetry prompts. If you revise, please share with us if possible. 🙏💖
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Will do.
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☺️🤗
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I was an Industrial Chemist, and I agree Bart …
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Good to know I’m not the only one.
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Moving and affecting piece. I felt my throat tighten in response.
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Wow. I visceral response. I’m honored.
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Cheery sort ain’t ya’?
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I’m the life of the party.
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I bet you are – at the right kind of party!
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Beautiful poem: sad but true. The years go by faster and faster. Do you think it’s just Einstein’s theory of relativity?
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That’s just me putting my poetic license to use.
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🙏🌸🙏🌸🙏🌸🙏
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Nicely done. But Mr. Einstein should mind his own business.
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Agreed!
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Powerful, beautiful and sad. A very moving poem :-)
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Thank you for the prompt, Sammi!
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Lovely…I feel the inevitable march of time as well.
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Sorry to read that. Guess it happens to everyone.
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Yes…such is life.
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