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Monday Poetry Prompt: Polygon

This week let’s write a polygon poem. Have your poem feature a polygon of some form: a pentagon, a hexagon, an octagon, etc. Don’t be a square, post your polygonal poems in the comments below.

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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9 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Polygon

  1. He used to joke about
    living in a round house
    so the devil can’t corner you
    and yet
    he didn’t want to ever live that way
    what’s the point in life
    to be afraid and run from devils
    when he let them sit on the porch
    they were satisfied enough
    to leave his life alone
    the point not in the spear
    but in the open door

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | March 11, 2021, 4:18 PM
  2. Prism

    he is trapped in a hexagonal prism
    it’s not obvious as a hamster wheel
    he thinks he is going somewhere
    for it stops and starts
    at the edges

    he wonders
    why
    he is tired of going uphill
    why
    he feels nothing at the peak
    why
    his tomorrow feels just like
    yesterday’s old socks

    he is trapped to live his life
    through the prism of
    what he lacks

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | March 9, 2021, 2:38 AM
  3. “There are eight sides to every argument,”
    she said while sliding through a four-way stop…

    http://www.bartbarkerpoet.com/2021/03/08/understanding-is-a-three-edged-sword/

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 8, 2021, 10:29 PM
  4. Triangle

    From my seat at this table
    It is clear
    who is right
    and
    who is wrong

    I will proclaim my judgements
    assured on my seat of wisdom
    that I am correct
    and the others are
    less so

    and from behind me
    God’s waiter brings me a coke
    placing it on the table
    at the same time as he brings one
    to the others

    I look at them
    first on the left
    then on the right
    both look back toward me, in turn
    and I wonder if they know
    how wrong they are
    and right I am

    I say nothing as we all take our first sip

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | March 8, 2021, 11:22 AM

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