Face fading
digitless hands still
feeling unwound
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Tell (blank),” replace the blank with a new word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
Craft a poem that explores the concept of time and its passage.
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
My old sundial is still working …
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If it ever stops working, we’re all in trouble.
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I’ll let you know Bart …
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Wonderful metaphor and personification, Bart! There are not enough poems and photos of old clocks. Bravo!
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Thank you, Michele! That clock resides in my living room. I’m not sure if I could get it working again or not. It’s been years…
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It is a beautiful piece! You’re welcome.
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Mike wrote something for you….
Lines In Awe of Bartholomew Barker’s April Challenge
A prolific old poet named Bart
Used daily to toil at his art
With output quite rude
Some might even say lewd
But always so clever and smart
McB April ’24
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Brilliant!
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Ha! Thank you, Mike! At least you didn’t employ the usual rhyme for Bart that I heard on the school ground.
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No sooner said than done…
There once was a poet named Bart
Who’d a strong inclination to fart
He’d pump and he’d trump
‘Til his friends got the hump
With that flatulent person named Bart.
BB April ‘24
Some translation might be necessary – pump and trump are juvenile words for fart in Britain. To ‘get the hump‘ means to take a huff – maybe in Amerispeak – to get annoyed.
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That teach me to bring it up unbidden.
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Beautiful!!!
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Grazie, Luisa!
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Prego 🙏💙🙏
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Even a stopped clock is right twice a day!
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You know how it is with some people – throw something at them and they can’t resist writing about it!
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