Monday Poetry Prompt: Sleep

Posted by Bartholomew Barker ⋅ May 18, 2020 ⋅ 10 Comments

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This week let’s write a sleep poem. It could be a lullaby or a lament for lost sleep. Just write something and don’t forget to post it in the comments below before nodding off.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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10 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Sleep”

I walk downtown, past the old pizza shop
along uneven slabs of cement
the cat, with her kitten in her mouth
striding with all four paws off the ground
walking, looking from Kenny, getting the car

4:52 AM, dazzled by the harsh glow of an old LED clock
two more hours
I go back, looking for that cat

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Posted by Chris Clarke | May 19, 2020, 9:35 PM

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- Opps. “” aren’t picked up…
  
  walk downtown, past the old pizza shop
  along uneven slabs of cement
  the cat, with her kitten in her mouth
  striding with all four paws off the ground
  walking, looking from Kenny, getting the car
  (but Kenny died in 1987)
  4:52 AM, dazzled by the harsh glow of an old LED clock
  two more hours
  I go back, looking for that cat
  
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  Posted by Chris Clarke | May 19, 2020, 9:38 PM
  
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  - Love the dreaminess of this. Thanks for sharing!
    
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    Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 19, 2020, 9:44 PM
I must remember:
do not read or write poetry
before bed.
It is much too stimulating.

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Posted by JeanMarie | May 18, 2020, 1:46 PM

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- Very nice! At least your insomnia is productive.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 18, 2020, 5:47 PM
  
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- Goodness YES! I know this one all too well.
  
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  Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 18, 2020, 8:03 PM
  
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A Lullaby

When the wind blows
The trees grow old
My baby’s in a sleep
All my worries unfold

When the sun rises
The new day begins
My heart’s filled with hope
watching my baby grow

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Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 18, 2020, 8:18 AM

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- Very cute. Thanks for posting!
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | May 18, 2020, 5:46 PM
  
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- Sweetly Done! Love the softness of this.
  
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  Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 18, 2020, 8:03 PM
  
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  - Thanks Lisa!
    
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    Posted by Cassa Bassa | May 18, 2020, 8:40 PM