Glymphatic Poetry

Posted on 2023/04/29 by Bartholomew Barker

I carry a bag on my walks
to collect the trash
left by my fellow swine.

Plastic and aluminum spark
like jewels by the side of the road—
water bottle diamonds,
rubies, emeralds, sapphires
depending upon the brand—

A never-ending cascade
of glittering garbage.

In the same way dreams
clear the brain of detritus,
this is the job of the poet.

(For today’s prompt, write a sight 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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25 Responses to Glymphatic Poetry

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  2. Sarah E Barker says:
    2023/04/29 at 20:45

    very good

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  3. utopicdystopian says:
    2023/04/29 at 20:50

    As much a gem but unlike the ones you write of!😍

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  4. K. Hartless says:
    2023/04/29 at 22:25

    Scavenger. Love the glittering litter. It is that moment of find, that feeling. I’m always chasing it around the forests.

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  5. Didier Beaugrand says:
    2023/04/30 at 00:43

    I see what you did there.😜 Great elaboration. That could become a metaphorical theme for a series. You’re on a roll. 🙏

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  6. Melanie Ann George says:
    2023/04/30 at 03:15

    “A never-ending cascade
    of glittering garbage” What a beautiful line😊 Enjoyed reading this poem!

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  7. berniebell1955 says:
    2023/04/30 at 04:35

    Blimey – that’s a strong one.

    I thought – that’s a good one to end with – then realised – time difference – my today is your yesterday – or something like that.

    By the by – Mike and I on a walk one time found a whole packed lunch, in its container, by the side of the road – can’t help wondering what the story was?

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  8. Cassa Bassa says:
    2023/04/30 at 05:05

    unusual and great metaphor.

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  10. James Minogue says:
    2023/05/22 at 05:46

    Great representation of pollution.
    Reminds me of the Wall-E future.

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