For today’s prompt, write a blank in the blank poem.
Singing in the Shower
When my muse tells me she’s going to take a shower
I feign disinterest, pretend I’m fixing a stanza,
until I hear the rush of a sudden waterfall
and the rattle of a plastic curtain closing.
I sneak in, not just because in there she’s naked,
but to get a front row seat, as her voice,
magnified by the hard surfaces, fills the air
already dripping with steam.
The warmth and her soprano embrace my mere human body.
Some songs I know— Mary wondering how to love him,
Butterfly’s longing for that beautiful day
or Mimi asking for a light— it all resonates.
And sometimes she lets me in,
to sing a duet.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Never thought of the shower can be a recording studio. 😃
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Give it a try and let me know.
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Haha let me waterproof my boombox…
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I’m eager to read a new poem based on your experience.
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Rightio!
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Ooh, I love this. Especially the last two lines. Very clever, Bart.
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Thank you, Tre! Glad it resonated with you.
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‘Singing in shower together’ sounds like a lovely song ..
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Indeed it is.
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How Beautiful. Sounds like love to me!!!!!
On Wed, Apr 6, 2022 at 3:25 PM Bartholomew Barker, Poet wrote:
> Bartholomew Barker posted: ” For today’s prompt, write a blank in the > blank poem. Singing in the Shower When my muse tells me she’s going to take > a showerI feign disinterest, pretend I’m fixing a stanza,until I hear the > rush of a sudden waterfalland the rattle of a plastic” >
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My muse has been loving so far this month but you never know when she might stop singing in my shower.
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The the nature of the beast, I suppose
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