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.)

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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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14 Responses to Fraiku: Traveling through the Dark

  1. Lovely! You sparked a Haiku Bartholomew! Thank you!

    Night Storm

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  2. equipsblog's avatar equipsblog says:

    Well stated.

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  3. Ali Grimshaw's avatar Ali Grimshaw says:

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

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

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  5. JeanMarie's avatar 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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  6. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    I think you seek the darkness of the cave…

    Circadian Rhythms – Light & Darkness

    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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