Sorry for the late post. Living Poetry celebrated its 10th anniversary on Saturday and Sunday I was a featured reader at Carrboro’s Poetry on your Plate. I trust you went to Robert Lee Brewer’s April Poem-a-day Challenge directly but, if not:
For today’s prompt, write a prediction poem. Make a prediction. Write about another person’s correct or incorrect prediction. Or, you know, be unpredictable.
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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Here’s my prediction poem: http://bartbarkerpoet.com/2019/04/15/predictions/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 15, 2019, 8:48 PMIt’s exhausting to be a leader in such high demand!
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Posted by JeanMarie | April 15, 2019, 10:42 PMPoetry is a harsh mistress.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 16, 2019, 11:54 AMAnd here’s mine:
I expect
the delivery to be late,
the item to break,
I will be disappointed.
People are just too predictable.
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Posted by JeanMarie | April 15, 2019, 10:43 PMNice one. That’s why I only get pizza delivered and while it’s usually late, it’s rarely broken.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 16, 2019, 11:56 AM