Poets live on the outskirts of life
all the better to observe from a distance
happiness is not an advantage
Every community needs four poets
one for each of the four winds
a leader — a dreamer
a sister and one to ride
the horses that never lie
(Another poem from Sunday’s Germination Workshop, written for a book title 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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Absolutely love this one Bartholomew! 💞💞
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Thank you, Gypsie! I wasn’t sure what to make of it so I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Aren’s those the best – the poems that just come through and you look at it and go, “Wow! Thanks universe for letting me be the channel.”
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Yeah, that’s fun but I still wish I’d get the interpretation along with the text.
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Except, each reader interprets each read, very differently. Isn’t that the wonder of poetry? Case in point, my latest “Pink Folds.” 😉
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Indeed!
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This is one to keep coming back to hoping to find the exact meaning. Nice, Bart!
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Thanks, Susi! Don’t work too hard. See Arse Poetica.
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You’re welcome! Will do.
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