I walk alien streets
Beneath clouds just crossed
Yet my head remains fogged
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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.
Succinct capture of jet lag. Very nice!!
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Thanks, Mary!
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The pic reminds me of the millions of cloud pics I’ve taken from airplanes.
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That’s exactly why I chose it.
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Your words weave well with the photo, Bartholomew.
By the way, what is a “fraiku”? I googled it but didn’t get an answer.
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Thank you, July. A fraiku is just a haiku posted on a Friday.
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Ah, I guess it was your invention…🙂
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Invention is probably too strong. It’s just a portmanteau. But I do seem to be the only one using it. You’re welcome to change that, of course.
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I may give your “fraiku” a go…I write quite a few haikus.
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I’m eager to read one on Friday.
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I’ll do it if I’m not out of pocket. The family medical issue is an ongoing thing, but for now, I’m home and able to write. 🙂
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No pressure. It’s not like we’re going to run out of Fridays or haiku.
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Lol…true, Bartholomew.
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Wonderful! 👌👌
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Thank you!
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