New Year’s Resolution
Pull the pots and pan from the cabinet
bring the old cowbell down from the attic
find that vuvuzela you bought in 2010
and exercise your lip
The new year’s nearly here
Let’s make some noise tonight
so those lurking demons run in fear
Let’s make such a din
the coronavirus evolves an ear
(For a couple of anticipatory prompts: Din & Celebrate.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. 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 lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Fireworks indeed. 🎆
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You’ll get to the new year hours before me, so I’m trusting you’ll clear the way.
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I will try 😀
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I had to look up vuvuzela. I knew it was a musical instrument of some sort but didn’t realize how annoying it is! :) Good job on the poem tho.
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Thanks. I still have the vuvuzela I bought in South Africa back in 2010 so I thought I’d bring it out for the poem.
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