Treasure, a poem by Bartholomew Barker at



written by: Bartholomew Barker



Small bag
of silent coins
gold and silver

They do not jingle
jingle all the way
beautiful as winter
sparking stars
held in the hands
of a greedy boy

More valuable
than precious metals
more fleeting
lost on a spin of shin
more delicate
melting on fingers
and lips

Give me no objects
wrapped in pretty paper
treasure to bury
or clutter shelves
collect dust

Give me events
a smile a wink a glance
moments lost forever
a small plate with two forks
volatile unreliable
sweet memories
to treasure

Give me art
to consume
with you
for a taste
of eternity

Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry readers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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