Photo by Stephanie Katz (no pun intended)
Yeah, I know it’s still March but April is National Poetry Month and the Poem-A-Day Challenge so I’ll just be recapitulating Robert Lee Brewer‘s Sunday prompts the next four Mondays.
In the meantime, post your chimeric poem in the comments below.
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.
Living Poetry 
when I last saw him
my dog took off in winged flight
the cat was not amused
and closed the window tight
so much for winged pooches
when felines know their place is to reign
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 30, 2020, 8:20 AMVery nice though I’m glad dogs can’t fly and mark the trees from above.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 30, 2020, 4:48 PMThat would make a double possibility of “Did you feel it sprinkling?”
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 30, 2020, 4:57 PM