Rain on the tinroof
drowses me to sleep
in a brave new world
of annual thousand-year floods
this summer tempest
will be what dreams
are made of
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tempest.
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.
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Hope that an eyelids nearly shut hmmm.
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I love the sound of rain on the roof but let’s hope that sense of security doesn’t get washed away
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