This week let’s write a foolhardy poem. We’ve got nothing left to lose, let’s go with most harebrained scheme we can think of and see what happens. Things can’t get any worse, can they? Post your answer 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 
All things orange have done their time
you can’t even get orange to rhyme
porridge is close but not the right tart
orange should be the sound from a fart
or is that the old one we’ve come to detest
I’ll settle for giving-at least-that one a rest
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | September 21, 2020, 7:33 AMA rhyming poem only a few minutes after the prompt posted. Impressive!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 21, 2020, 7:34 PMSome days it just comes easy.
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | September 21, 2020, 7:43 PMBrava Lisa!
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Posted by JeanMarie | September 21, 2020, 11:19 PMThank you!
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | September 21, 2020, 11:28 PM