At my ex-Juliet’s balcony
Her silhouette cast on curtains
Another shadow melds into hers
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(for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt)
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.
Goodness . . . what a bad way to find out she really has moved on. Great poem, Bart!
I hope you are safe and sound after all this bad weather we had today. ππΎπ
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Whew! So glad you got the full story from those three lines. I thought I might be packing too much into the haiku.
Only minor damage here despite two tornado warnings. I hope you and Jernee stayed safe and dry.
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We did, thankfully!
And yes . . . you outdid yourself with that haiku!
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You’re too kind. Thank you, Tre!
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You’re most welcome!
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Oh my lord!
βI saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadow of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind.
My My My Delilahβ¦.β
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I had to look up those lyrics but once I tracked it down, I remembered the refrain.
I was more inspired by Jethro Tull’s Pibroch from their masterpiece album, Songs from the Wood.
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I didnβt think you’d copied – your words are powerful themselves. Itβs just that, growing up in Britain, Β Tom Jones singing βDelilahβ is part of the sound track of my youth.Β I much prefer when he sings Blues & Gospel β but belting out ballads was what he was known for in HIS youth.
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So much said is so few words. Well done.
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Thank you, Lisa! This is why I love poetry.
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I saw this happening as I read and felt the blow… Very well done, Bart.
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Thank you so much, Kirsten!
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You packed a lot into 17 syllables!
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Thanks! But there are well over 17 syllables in that one.
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Oh, no! She moved on!
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That’s life.
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So true. Rinse, repeat.
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