The Atlantic

The salty sea breeze
rushes over our senses
as we crest the final dune

Sparkling sapphire waves
beckon us to bare our feet
sink into the summer sand
and stroll through the splash

The tide pulls us to the sky
where a distant storm is blending
ocean and air on the gray horizon


(Last week I visited my pals over at Charles House and we talked about sea poems like Masefield’s Sea-Fever, Arnold’s Dover Beach and Dickinson’s By The Sea. Then we collaborated on the poem above.)

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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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17 Responses to The Atlantic

  1. anitashope's avatar anitashope says:

    Lovely. Many fond memories of walking on the beaches of Florida.

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  2. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    I love this especially is about the sea.

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  3. Kitten Lada's avatar Kitten Lada says:

    Oh I love the beach!! This made me feel sand on my feet…

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  4. luvgoodcarp's avatar luvgoodcarp says:

    That’s lovely imagery.

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  5. Oh! I could feel the sand between my toes and hear the waves splashing on the beach. Thanks for some lovely Spanish memories, Bart. 👍❤️❌

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  6. Susi Bocks's avatar Susi Bocks says:

    Le sigh… I wish I was there right now…

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