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
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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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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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