Little square windows
into a black & white past
Was that you or me?
(for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)
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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.
Man, you’re old! Just kidding — got a bunch of similar photos myself. Btw, finally got to enjoy your poems in Gabriela’s “Hidden in Childhood” — still picturing your heart thumping like a flat tire :) Gary
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No, you’re not kidding, I am old and I’m okay with it. Glad you enjoyed my poem in Hidden. I must admit, I am rather proud of that simile. Thanks!
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You should be proud. It one that sticks with the reader long after the reading is done :)
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Such a cutie.
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It’s easy to be cute when you’re a baby.
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Lol. True.
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Aww! Look at these photos! I love them! And, the poem, too!
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Thank you, Tre!
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So sweet and your poem is just as precious! 💝
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Thank you, Pam.
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👍❣️
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Aw, so sweet…you AND your poem.
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Thank you, Jai!
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All my pleasure, Bartholomew. 😊
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“Little square windows
into a black & white past”
Oh yes. And the even older ones – Mum & Dad – are sepia tinted.
People – memories – caught in time.
Who’s who? Written on the back – if you’re lucky.
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Yeah, if you’re lucky. That’s why I used to annotate every photo I took but now that they only reside on hard-drives and cell phones I can’t do that anymore.
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The ones that matter, we print out and put in an album – with names, dates, places listed. Otherwise….. Swiss Cheese Memory would lose them.
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In m’blog….
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16179
…in good company!
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Thank you, Bernie!
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You… definitely… with me looking deep into the past, trying to find the time of my own… big bang…!
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Get out your telescope to look deep in the past. Or maybe a microscope. Maybe a kaleidoscope?
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Bartholomew my friend… what was somewhat clear to me, I now realize from your response, was lost in translation… so a microscope, or a kaleidoscope was indeed deserving of my eye… so let me try again, using the ‘you/me’ juxtaposition that you posited:
You… definitely… with (your) me looking deep into the past, trying to find the time of your own… big bang…!
I hope I didn’t screw up yet again…! Your three line poem was short and sweet…!
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I think I understand but maybe you should write a poem in response to focus your scope. Glad my little poem has inspired your comments. Thank you!
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cuteness and love your poem Bart!
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Thank you, Cindy!
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