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Monday Poetry Prompt: Smooth

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This week let’s write a smooth poem. Taken literally or poetically, smooth is a great adjective to play with. Let’s have some fun and once you’ve taken care of the rough edges, post it in the comments below.

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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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15 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Smooth”

  1. Jonathan Byrd's avatar

    You said, “You don’t sound like you’re listening.”
    So I bought an album of smooth jazz, to let you know I haven’t hung up.
    Para español, oprima ocho.

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    Posted by Jonathan Byrd | September 26, 2022, 8:46 AM
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  3. ts19page's avatar

    The Full Moon in Day

    She said, whoever has not topped
    the hill
    has never seen the view.
    the rolling land, shades of green
    the smooth black road,

    She has climbed to the halt,
    then ascended another rise,
    the hills still call
    comfort and truest victory

    Valleys once full of
    racing thought and feasts
    of kinship
    honor gravity and lie halcyon

    Beneath
    the plenilune where white
    shade becomes a close held light
    encompassing its own shadow

    Moon-haired and sun touched
    she climbs and sees.
    The eye is the glory God,
    the mind’s vision reaches to infinity.

    Beloved in every glass blade
    you pass, wise,
    to the why of all that is made,
    you, strong to rise,
    delicate for all you can find,
    circle back, you entity.
    New leaves make crowns for you.

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    Posted by ts19page | September 26, 2022, 10:45 AM
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  5. Second Act Blogger's avatar

    I called late that night
    asked for the engineer by name
    tense woman on the line
    who are you

    Calling from Goddard Space Flight Center
    we have a thermal emergency
    Can engineer come in?
    Tension on the other end of the phone evaporates

    Engineer came in couple of hours later
    We worked late that night
    and emerge triumphant as we resolve our thermal anomaly
    I had never seen him

    But at one point as we worked
    he said to me “I remember you”
    “I remember your voice
    on the loop on launch day”

    When we thought solar arrays did not deploy
    you came on the loop – “we have power”
    “I bet you say that to all the girls”, I laughed
    “I’m not that smooth.” replied he, casting his face down

    I do love engineers

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    Posted by Second Act Blogger | September 30, 2022, 6:23 PM
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  6. Chris Clarke's avatar

    With the breaking of the rod
    it was all over
    minutes before we all went away
    the box that held her form
    lowered into the crypt
    the cool stone floor
    smooth
    once again sat in silence
    in one unending coda
    of the final royal wave

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | October 19, 2022, 10:34 PM
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