Killing frost then sultry storms
Pink buds next to rusty leaves
All seasons all year ’round
(News: Japan’s haiku poets lost for words as climate crisis disrupts seasons)
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.
I love the haiku and the portmanteau word that describes it —
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Thanks, John. That’s a two portmanteaus in one title!
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yes, very clever :)
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Beautiful haiku 👌
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Thank you, Priti!
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☺️🙏
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As chance would have it – we had our first frost this morning – put food out for the birds – who are now enjoying the largesse – and filled up their water-dishes. I don’t like being cold – but I do like being woolly!
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Ha! I’m sure you have a wide selection of woolly sweaters there on the island. Stay warm!
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And socks – you can’t beat wool for warmth – cue a poem?
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I’ll leave that poem to you. I prefer to live barefoot.
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Beautiful!
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Grazie, Luisa!
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🙏💜🙏
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Synthetics suck –
Just make me sweat
You can’t beat wool
For warmth.
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Illustrated….. http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16601
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Ha! I think that pic would’ve scared me to death if I were a wee bairn.
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Absolutely beautiful
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Many thanks, Ms. Brain!
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