The Waltz

We’ve danced this dance
before but I appreciate
your enthusiasm when I ask
and offer you my hand.

We fit together like comfortable
clothes. The music leads our heart
though I still step on your feet
more than either of us would like.

For quick apology I keep a rose
neatly tucked up each sleeve.
My forearms may get scratched
because I leave on the thorns

but I won’t suffer the pain
of your disappointment.


(For today’s prompt, write a love poem…)

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. 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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15 Responses to The Waltz

  1. Extremely moving and deep Bartholomew – lovely. ❤️

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  2. jsimpsonpoet says:

    Beautiful, Bartholomew. Smiling again! I love that there’s humour in the beauty.

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  3. Sarah E Barker says:

    very nice

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  4. JeanMarie says:

    “We fit together like comfortable
    clothes. ” nice!

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  5. Oh wow Bartholomew, what a beautiful waltz of words. Love this:

    My forearms may get scratched
    because I leave on the thorns
    but I won’t suffer the pain
    of your disappointment.

    Bravo! 🥰👏🏼🤩

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  6. Susi Bocks says:

    Self-imposed punishment lingers worse than forgiven missteps. This is a very thought-provoking piece, Bart. <3

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