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Monday Poetry Prompt: Numb

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This week let’s write a numb poem. Those who overindulge Tuesday night might find numbness an improvement Wednesday morning but still get some writing done.

Post your poem in the comments below and Happy New Year!

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

Discussion

27 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Numb

  1. numb to the darkness
    more numb to the brightened light
    all time is numbing
    when the life of so many
    are given to unknown flight

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    Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 5, 2020, 12:33 PM
  2. Numbness

    I’ve done my neck in
    too much jigsaw puzzling it seems
    The agony doesn’t stop me
    you know
    the holiday commitments
    the cook, the chauffeur, the cleaning lady

    Mild pain killers
    barely scratches the surface
    of an acute nerve pain
    I am on edge with a contorted face
    matching the crooked spine

    The kids have been splashing in the pool
    for hours
    Guests start waking up
    from the lunch coma
    The late afternoon sun
    mellows to a warm glow

    It seems to be fitting
    to play cafe del mar
    while
    I am making caipiroska cocktails
    tasting is a must
    for an amateur bartender
    It takes at least three
    to make the fourth one perfect

    Everybody loves their drink
    is it their smile
    or the festival spirit
    I am floating
    without pain

    I finally can see my life again
    playing in slow motion
    My heart rate slows down
    My neck is no longer stiff
    The music is fading into the household noise
    The guests are happy I guess
    their faces are blooming
    Me?
    I am ok I guess
    in such pain free numbness
    How else can it be?

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | December 30, 2019, 8:17 PM
  3. My Blue Monday

    This going concern of our world has
    just too much concern. Will gunshots
    ring in the new year like the last?
    In schools, churches, even “secure”
    naval bases beside seas now clogged
    with plastic like all our cities’ sewers.
    I look at the new year through a cracked
    window. Between channels of happy
    holiday movies my tv talks of domestic,
    foreign policy: strapped workers still
    scull the days, lose jobs — people died,
    again, in wars — the world’s devils just
    work their constant disarray. Who,
    who will come hold the face
    of my worry with a savior’s
    life-giving confidence?

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Steve Croft | December 30, 2019, 1:18 PM
  4. Uncomfortably Numb
    —————————–
    You don’t want to drive
    through this Carpal Tunnel.
    There is no spectacular scenery
    or fab destination on the other side.
    A career on a computer keyboard
    means shaking tingling hands.
    I’d rather my heart be numb then
    I wouldn’t drop my coffee cup.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | December 30, 2019, 11:28 AM

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