What I Did on Vacation

It’s best to die while on vacation
swept out to sea from some beach
fallen into a gorge between mountains

Mugged in a big city (a mere inconvenience)
until a somewhat snide suggestion
is made on his unimaginative word choice

Planes crash
Trains derail
Ferries capsize

But at least I didn’t die at the office
or sweating over a sly sonnet
or asleep in my bed alone

Make sure my obituary reads
he died doing what he loved

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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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19 Responses to What I Did on Vacation

  1. johnlmalone's avatar johnlmalone says:

    enjoyed this one, Bart , resonates — particularly with the death of Michael Mosley —

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  2. trE's avatar trE says:

    “Make sure my obituary reads
    he died doing what he loved”

    This!!! Very nice, Bart! I really like this one!

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  3. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:

    A wondrously ponderous poem … where will I die, how will I die, when will I die? … I suppose we are all born to die … sooner or later …

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  4. Michele Lee's avatar Michele Lee says:

    Fabulous crafting, Bart, and not a bad way to go! 🌊

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  5. Ellie Carpenter's avatar Ellie Thompson says:

    Now, there’s a thought, Bartholomew. Thank you for sharing. X 🦋

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  6. berniebell1955's avatar berniebell1955 says:

    You’re time to die – is your time to die – no sooner – no later – thinking of the line in ‘Bladerunner’.

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  7. Everyone should die that way!

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