Bartholomew Barker

Five previous unpublished poems of mine were featured on Susi Bocks’ The Short of It. Check them out!

I Write Her

Agata Samulska – Unsplash

Roses

I only pretend to smell the roses
when I kiss their petals with lips
chapped by twenty years of thirst.

I never expected to live this long
without you.

For the Bird who Smashed into my Window

All that remained airborne
was a solitary feather
on its final flight

Not understanding death
drifting down

Galileo

Poets have been howling at the moon
since before we invented language

Our ancestors gazed at the stars
noticed five among thousands
that wandered the skies like chariots

Astrologers and scientists tracked
Jupiter as he marched along
regularly retracing his steps
at his most glorious

No one knew of his four escorts
each brighter than the little dipper
until Galileo pointed his telescope
up — and revealed what had been hidden
by the Jovian glare

And I mourn for the eons of reflected sunlight
wasted on our puny human eyes

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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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18 Responses to Bartholomew Barker

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Congratulations Bartholomew! Five well deserved publication poems!

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  2. Fabulous stuff, Bart. They are yours right? I Write Her drew me in immediately. The Roses poem is exquisite in its brevity and heartbreak, or longing, or both.

    I need to read and reread. Carl Sagan may take umbrage at the “thousands” of stars. He would insist on billions and billions, but he was not a poet.

    Thanks for the link, M

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    • Those five are mine but Susi’s blog is well worth subscribing to.

      To defend my use of “thousands” in the Galileo poem, we can only see thousands with our puny humans eyes. It wasn’t until we enhanced our vision with telescopes that we learned the true extend of the universe.

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  3. Susi Bocks says:

    I’m really happy you submitted again this year, Bart! Your pieces are wonderful! Thank you! <3

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  4. Lovely Bartholomew and five! Way awesome! 😊

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  5. JeanMarie says:

    Congratulations well deserved. Great work. As happens with many of of your poems, I had to do some googling, (for Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto) I thought they were muses but they are moons. Almost the same thing eh? :) Also, named for lovers of Zeus so there is a mythology connection.

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  6. Julydase says:

    Congratulations! I enjoyed each and every poem, but the last one hit me hardest. It speaks to me of complete freedom—but with a price.

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    • Thanks! That last poem, Liberation, is a pretty old one that I pulled back out of the pile to work on a couple of years ago.

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      • Julydase says:

        Always my pleasure. 💕🙂
        I’ve done the same. For a while now, every Thursday, I post an older, reworked (sometimes a little, sometimes a lot) poem of mine. It’s interesting looking back, and often, finding improvements.

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  7. berniebell1955 says:

    The trouble is, Bart – you’re so prolific – I have trouble keeping up with what you do!

    Aye – the sea just doesn’t give a damn. Why should it?

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  8. Wonderful poems! Congratulations!

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