Fraiku: Traveling through the Dark

I wonder what it’d be like to live
where no blinking red lights marred
the heroic night sky that never cared less

(for William Stafford from whom I stole the title and the heroic sky that never cared less.)

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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14 Responses to Fraiku: Traveling through the Dark

  1. equipsblog says:

    Well stated.

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  2. Ali Grimshaw says:

    The sky goes on and on regardless of our thoughts. I enjoyed your poem.

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  3. Well done and inspiring too!! So do look forward to your Fraiku Fridays❣️

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  4. JeanMarie says:

    Great poem. I always appreciate when you introduce me to a poet I didn’t know and I think you have certainly done him Justice here

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  5. berniebell1955 says:

    I think you seek the darkness of the cave…

    Something I wonder is – if – through some kind of time-shift – ancient folk saw/see the artificial lights in the skies – and wonder/ed?…..

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