Fraiku: Jet Lag

Posted on 2022-11-25 by Bartholomew Barker

I walk alien streets

Beneath clouds just crossed

Yet my head remains fogged

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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: Jet Lag

  1. pensivepoetblog's avatar pensivepoetblog says:
    2022-11-25 at 14:25

    Succinct capture of jet lag. Very nice!!

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  2. julydase's avatar Julydase says:
    2022-11-27 at 19:16

    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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  3. Priti's avatar Priti says:
    2022-11-28 at 21:43

    Wonderful! 👌👌

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  4. yourplateormine967244485's avatar yourplateormine967244485 says:
    2023-06-18 at 09:02

    Such a great poem and I will have this feeling later this summer when I travel to Germany for two weeks.

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