Too tired to sleep
Stomach pacing ’round my spine
Thoughts spin down black holes
(for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt)
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.
I have had nights like that.
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Both glad and sorry you recognized this. No fun.
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It sounds like a pretty scary night. 🥺
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Alas, just one of many.
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I’ve been there. 💫 Hope restful sleep finds you.
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Thank you, Michele.
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You’re welcome, Bart. 🕊️
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I’ve been there as well. Wishing you a good night’s sleep tonight!
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Thanks! We’ll see… We’ll see…
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so relatable. Thank you, Bartholomew.
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Thank you, Stacey! I’m sorry this little poem is so relatable.
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Lol me too, but you and the poets are wonderful company : )
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You mean, “we poets”, right?
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yes, friend : )
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