Years after the grief
a wistful smile arises
of you I still dream
(For this week’s Monday Poetry Prompt and an old friend who died 25 years ago.)
If you enjoy my Friday haiku, you should pick up a copy of the Petals of Haiku anthology from Literary Revelations Press. A couple of my haiku can be found there.
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 
This one truly resonates with me Bart
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I thought it might.
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This one hits home.
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Thanks, Nancy. I’m glad, I think.
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Grief is a journey as your poem expresses so clearly.
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Thank you, Ali!
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Like others, this one touched me deeply. 💕
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I’m glad, Michele. Thanks for letting me know.
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Beautifully said how grief turns in remembrances of joy rather than focusing on the pain of loss. Nice one, Bart!
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Thanks, Susi!
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Beautiful 😌💕
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Thanks!
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