Tag Archives: spring

The trees are active tonight…

Posted on 2021/04/04 by Bartholomew Barker

For today’s prompt, write an active poem. That could be a poem comprised of active (vs passive) verbs. But it could also be about exercising, playing a sport, or keeping your mind active. Any activity would do, I suppose, even … Continue reading →

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Pink Confetti

Posted on 2021/03/20 by Bartholomew Barker

Pink Confetti from the eastern redbudlitters the parking lotwhere I walk a tightropeof concrete wheel stopslike the boy I was long agoconfident as a balanced eggthat the tilt of the earthwon’t pull me askewthis first day of spring Happy March … Continue reading →

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Happy Birthday, Elizabeth Barrett Browning!

Posted on 2021/03/06 by Bartholomew Barker

Today is the 215th anniversary of Elizabeth Barrett Browning‘s birth. Earlier this week I spent some time online with the good folks of Charles House talking about Mrs. Barrett Browning’s poetry. As is our tradition, we wrote a little poem … Continue reading →

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Spring Sonnet

Posted on 2020/04/19 by Bartholomew Barker

For today’s prompt, write a poem that uses the following six words: bump, embrace, fixture, howl, lonely and resolve. Spring Sonnet Spring is closing in around me. The leaves droop claustrophobic from their branches— an unwanted embrace on my walks … Continue reading →

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March 12th

Posted on 2020/03/16 by Bartholomew Barker

March 12th Purple confetti on my car as if the dogwoods are celebrating the squishy ground but the birds are singing too loud, too early. I was up late partying with the trees.   (Wrote this one at a little … Continue reading →

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Cavern of Green

Posted on 2018/04/24 by Bartholomew Barker

Credit Suzanne Olivante for the image below which prompted the poem. Further inspiration from Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay to which the first line alludes. Cavern of Green Frost’s first green surrounds me like a cavern of gold with … Continue reading →

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