she can’t help
but fill the night’s sky
like a tired muse
(Inspired by Melissa Lemay’s Super moon and it inspired Super Moon.)
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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Thanks, Mitch. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Awesome!!!
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Grazie, Luisa! Stay tuned…
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You’re so very welcome, dear Bart 🙏💙
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She may be tired, but she still inspires many of us.
Lovely. 💕
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Thank you, WK! And I’m sure she’ll inspire for generations to come.
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There’s just something about her…
Many nights, especially around the time she’s full, I go outside and look up at her lovely face. Awesome!
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I especially enjoy the twilights right after she’s new. As Sara Teasdale wrote, “a little silver scimitar / a drifting down the sky”.
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Poor tired moon!
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We poets are too demanding.
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🤣🤣🤣
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She may be tired, but still very inspiring! :)
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Indeed she is.
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:)
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Her perseverance and determination is to be admired indeed!
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Agreed. Thank you, Shweta!
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