For today’s prompt, write a We Blank poem.
We drink
When we’re not inspired
because the pinot noir
is also blocked
We light a candle
the three of us
for atmosphere
The flame flickers
but doesn’t have a clue
either so we look
From poet to wine
wine to fire
fire back to poet
Some nights the moon
is hidden by clouds
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 
I adore your concluding lines Bart … this poet was there last night ..
“From poet to wine
wine to fire
fire back to poet
Some nights the moon
is hidden by clouds”
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Thanks! This is one of the those nights when I normally wouldn’t write but April.
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I am sorry that threesome didn’t work out that night.
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Ha! Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight.
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I love this poem, it expresses the lack of muse so much. ❤🌷❤
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Thanks. Glad the evening wasn’t wasted.
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❤🌷❤
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Nice post
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Thanks again
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