I was at spur of the moment poetry workshop Tuesday night and we wrote to a prompt randomized by guessing numbers and Freudian slips. Here’s my result, after some light editing.
I wish my car was purple
so it would match your hair,
flying from the passenger seat
as we speed along back roads,
past falling wisteria
and the sun subsides
in the western sky.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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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Hailey and I just read this together, and she is beside herself right now :)
Glad you two like it. Thanks for the prompt!