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Trying to devise a metaphor as unique as you
You are the onion ring in my basket of fries. A gold finch among sparrows. You are Moët et Chandon in a case of Thunderbird. The supernova blazing in a night sky of mere twinkling stars.
Hope I’m only an Imagist
I am delighted to report that two of my poems have been published today. Hope posted to the revived Whispers and Echoes. Thanks, Sammi! I adapted the first line, A little bird slammed into my window, mistaking it for the … Continue reading
Fraiku: Me without Poetry
Cardinal without head feathers face like a chicken nugget shriveled from days under the sun (Not my photo but I do have a bald cardinal who visits my backyard regularly. Poor thing.)
Trusting Humans
A grey explosion in my backyard as scared squirrels skitter away and fat mourning doves lumber up into the warming sky. I shake the plastic cup of seeds like a blue baby rattle, hoping to get them used to, maybe … Continue reading
Fraiku: Stunned
A sparrow struck my window mistaking it for the sky
Fraiku: Collaboration
I spread seeds to entice collaborators into my backyard (Speaking of collaborators, three weeks from tonight, I’ll be performing at the Eno Arts Mill in Hillsborough, North Carolina, as part of the opening of Coalesce 2025. I wrote a poem … Continue reading
Life and Death in January
Birds outside my window appear extra juicy but I know they’re just fluffing their feathers to fight the inevitable. Moriarty leaves passive aggressive notes for me in my bed or shoes if I don’t let him outside despite a wind … Continue reading
Winter Solstice Sonnet 2023
I met a golden retriever on my walk. He couldn’t articulate it but he knew. I could tell by his wag and fluffed up fur, it’s the shortest day of the year. The chickadees know it. Their frantic upending of … Continue reading
Fraiku: Frustration
Outside my window a cedar waxwing riot black cat stuck inside (I’d never noticed a cedar waxwing before but there were a dozen or more going crazy over whatever they found in the gutters above my apartment. Moriarty’s tail was … Continue reading
A Bird in the Hand…
Bobo wouldn’t know what to do with a bird if he ever caught one. He’d probably play with it like a chew toy until it stopped squeaking then leave me to bury the body. Moriarty has honed instincts for the … Continue reading
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Tagged bird, bobo, cat, dog, glopowrimo, moriarty, napowrimo, poem, Poem-A-Day
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Bartholomew Barker, Poet 