Walking Barefoot in April

Venus beckons me from the twilight sky
but I am firmly rooted in my planet.
My bare feet squish through soggy soil
on my evening walk after a soaking rain.

The clouds reach down to caress
my hair with a misty breeze
but they cannot elevate me
to their layer of heaven.

No, I am of the Earth, born and raised,
and despite shoes and socks,
basements and bamboo floors,
I am still connected to my home.

(For today’s prompt, write a touch poem.)

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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11 Responses to Walking Barefoot in April

  1. Sarah E Barker says:

    Very nice

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Bridgette says:

    Wow. This is really beautiful writing. I could feel the energy and connection of the moment.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. berniebell1955 says:

    My eldest sister used to go on retreat to Lough Derg, in Ireland. She spent her working life as a nurse – first psychiatric, then geriatric. She needed to go on retreat now and then.
    She said that one of the things which she liked most was to stand at the edge of the lough, barefoot, with her feet in the mud and just feel it – feel the mud between her toes, and the wetness, and the earth.
    She’d just stand there – Grounded.

    Did her a world of good.

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  4. Heidi-Marie says:

    In praise of earth

    Liked by 1 person

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