Just Like Writing Poetry

Posted on 2025-09-01 by Bartholomew Barker

Spent all morning washing the clothes,
birds on the wing in the bright blue,
I smiled back at the sun in his sky.

But as soon as I hang the wash on the line
the gulls and clouds fly in from the shore.
Seems like whenever I get close to being done

the rain revises.

(A little ars poetica for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt. The painting is “Woman at a Clothesline in the Dunes” by Anton Mauve.)

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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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12 Responses to Just Like Writing Poetry

  1. Rene Heartsong's avatar Rene Heartsong says:
    2025-09-01 at 23:33

    I LOVE this!!!

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  2. Britta Benson's avatar Britta Benson says:
    2025-09-02 at 03:05

    ‘the rain revises’ – beautiful line, and it could be the title of anything that takes place in Scotland! The rain revises… Love it!

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  3. poetisatinta's avatar poetisatinta says:
    2025-09-02 at 06:24

    Great poem – I love the twist in “the rain revises.” – playful, suggesting rain doesn’t just revisit, it rewrites the entire situation🙌

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  4. Violet Lentz's avatar Violet Lentz says:
    2025-09-02 at 10:19

    Lovely twist back to reality! Love this.

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