Over the wires your voice
came leaping into my ear
like a sparkling rainbow
Me in my hotel room
you on the front porch
enjoying the evening breeze
We talk as though we’re holding hands
after a long day— sharing our warmth
despite the miles traveled
Sleep well
I’ll be home tomorrow
to continue our adventure
(A collaboration with some new friends at Waltonwood Lake Boone whom I shared love poetry with this weekend. This poem also qualifies for this week’s Living Poetry 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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Distance is always hard. Beautifully written!
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Thank you. We’re doing good work together, those old folks and I.
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Absolutely lovely and heartwarming, Bartholomew. 💜
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Thank you! You can tell it’s a collaboration because anything I’d write by myself about marriage turns way too cynical.
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Ha! It would be the same for me.
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At least he IS coming home! Wonderful poem Bartholomew! 🤗
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Thanks, Gypsie!
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You are most welcome Bartholomew! 💙
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A very recognizable scenario. And straight into m’blog….
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16148
Plus – another moon pic for you, Bart.
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Thank you, Bernie!
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Lovely. I especially like the “voice leaps into my ear like a rainbow”
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Thank, JM! We kinda stole that line from e. e. cummings’ Amore (I).
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I looked up the poem. from now on I will start numbering my poems. love 1, love 2 or nature 1 etc etc :)
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Yeah, it’s just simpler that way.
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lovely poem, dear!
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Thank you very much. I’ll be doing another collaboration with them this weekend.
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well all the best!
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