Just pen, paper and a word,
like writing on a tightrope,
instant feedback, no net.
I spent the afternoon writing poetry on demand at the Grace Hartigan exhibit in the North Carolina Museum of Art. We wrote 25 poems over three hours. I did eleven of them, mostly because I never left the booth while my fellow poets gave readings around the hall. But what really made me proud was making one of my customers cry with a poem about motherly love.
Pictured above beneath the portrait Grace Hartigan, JeanMarie, me, Gypsie and Angelika, founder of Living Poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Now this… is a fraiku I’d love to see.
“But what really made me proud was making one of my customers cry with a poem about motherly love.”
It sounds like you had an incredible time, Bart!
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Poetry on Demand is nerve-wracking and exhausting but I always think back on making people cry and smile.
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Nice to see your smiling faces, Living Poetry bards. Well done
Ps. I like my endure poem
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So glad. Thanks for demanding a poem!
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You’re a Rockstar B!
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We were all rockstars yesterday. I bet your grandmother poem is up on a fridge today.
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How brave you are to do that. I bet I would have choked!
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It’s a skill to learn, like any other. It’d been months since I last did Poetry-on-Demand but it’s just like riding a bicycle.
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