Monday Poetry Prompt: Rescue

Posted by Bartholomew Barker ⋅ January 25, 2021 ⋅ 11 Comments

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This week let’s write a rescue poem. Are you the hero/heroine or are you the damsel/dandy in distress? Rescue this post 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.

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11 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Rescue”

Save me in my dreams
as my muse slips in and prompts
help me remember
for when morning comes I will
see the sun and know nothing
of what was whispered.

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Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 25, 2021, 7:23 AM

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- That’s why I keep paper and pen on my nightstand. Nice work!
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 25, 2021, 5:28 PM
  
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  - Yes, I do too, but sometimes just moving to get them cause me to forget, but it’s worth a try. I have a scrap paper with little one liners on it of ideas that randomly pop in my head.
    
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    Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 25, 2021, 7:01 PM
My pal, my psychic cat
has gone,
‘mourning period is over’
she returns to tell me
time to rescue & befriend
someone new
or is he going to rescue me.

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Posted by purplestoneblog | January 25, 2021, 8:28 AM

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- Oh! Time to find a kitty ❤
  
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  Posted by Lisa Tomey | January 25, 2021, 12:43 PM
  
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- My condolences, if you were using your poetic license. Nice little poem.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 25, 2021, 5:27 PM
  
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Beautiful poem! “Save me in my dreams” perfect for this surreal time! Nice work. Lisa Baron

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Posted by browniepup | January 26, 2021, 9:25 AM

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Broken glass
still littering the floor
where earlier
the angry tried to take
our voice

a dissonant chord
fortissimo
held for too many measures

reach down
among those shards
and pick up the flag
and aright
what they did take

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Posted by Chris Clarke | January 26, 2021, 2:13 PM

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- Very nice. Love that middle stanza.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 26, 2021, 5:25 PM
  
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The stagnant air of evil’s lair
held me captive in its snare.
No clothes to wear,
naked,
bare;
A sinner without
a prayer.

T’was then my saviour came in glee
to finally set me free.
No need to flee,
I’m safe now,
see.
His love extends
to me.

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Posted by Dan Davis | January 27, 2021, 8:27 AM

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- Nice work. Interesting line break choices.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 27, 2021, 4:49 PM
  
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