For today’s poetry prompt let’s try a mirror poem.
no good at selfies
Mirror
I prefer bathroom mirrors
that are medicine cabinet doors—
three sections fold to produce
an infinity when in proper configuration.
Light is stranger than fiction—
photons bouncing between silvered
glass like manic tennis balls—
but I still can’t see the bald
spot when I poke my head
into that eternal corridor
because my face gets in the way.
Mirrors only reverse left and right,
as if there are just two sides
to every story.
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. 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. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. 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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Love the last stanza in particularly.
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Thanks! That was the first stanza I wrote but thought it worked better at the end.
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I think you made a great move
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Thanks!
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You might not be good at selfies, but that’s a great pic for the poem. Well done.
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Thank you.
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I like every part of this!
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Thanks!
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