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Vacation Planning
Let’s go to the beach this summer, splurge on soft serve and funnel cake, before the ocean reaches up and drags the boardwalk down. Let’s play one more game of Skeeball, as the Red Hats cheer the masculine waves and … Continue reading
This isn’t a Love Poem
All poets start by writing love poems then break-up poems then more love poems then more break-up poems— a never ending refrain. I can’t compare you to a summer’s day or how you’re like a red, red rose. I can’t … Continue reading
Solitude
Solitude is not blue that’s loneliness with all its sapphire longing and deep ocean waves Solitude is not magenta that’s abandonment with a twinge of crimson anger sputtering into flame No, solitude is the color of leaves in the middle … Continue reading
Poet Trees on e-Quips
For National Poetry Month, Pat over at e-Quips has been featuring various poets and I’m honored that she chose to include me. Earlier today she posted my poem, Poet Trees, which I wrote during last year’s Poem-a-Day challenge. I encourage … Continue reading
Off We Go!
First to circle the world in ninety minutes First to shed the weight of Earthly pressures First to see the firmament from the outside May we all be as brave as Yuri as we travel into the unknown (Happy … Continue reading
Like the Crescent Moon
The far side of your face is lit by the sun— enough earthshine to twinkle your eyes and enough shadow to hint at mysteries. If I were a photographer who knew f-stops and film speeds, I’d snap this image, develop … Continue reading
Deal of a Lifetime
While hiking in a forest, wondering if a storm-fallen tree could be a metaphor, I found a man wearing a black Prada suit with red pinstripes, waiting for me where two trails meet. With a slick smile, he offered me … Continue reading
He awakes
He awakes stretches in the fragile sun lithe limbs lengthen beckoning After the first hot day and a solid rain the forest become a cavern of green Unable to resist the aromas of the blossoms I rush into his arms … Continue reading
Poems
Poems swim through rivers of wine are caught with lipstick lures gutted cleaned and grilled left as a sacrifice to the Muse in the hope that another hungry mind will be nourished (a little ars poetica for the first … Continue reading
Stillness in Motion
The wind relentless from Pentland Firth Suspends a gull above the churning waves. No flapping wings resist gravity. Her position determined by posture. Stillness in motion. Neither gust nor lull disturb her flight. She reacts to each before they occur. … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 