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December Musical Poetry Prompt

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On this fifth Monday of December and the final Monday of 2025, here’s a musical prompt for your poetry. Have a listen to this five minute waltz as the year ends and let the words dance. I’m eager to read what you hear 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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12 thoughts on “December Musical Poetry Prompt”

  1. Chico’s Mom's avatar

    A lovers waltz

    The midnight wind is cold,
    whipping ‘round my feet.
    Head long into the night, bold.
    Never to miss my lovers heart – beat.

    Pull up my collar ‘gainst the pounding.
    Quicken my pace –
    Must make it to the spot – grounding.
    My blood pumps harder at the thought of that face.

    Be there.
    My heart, this cannot bear.
    Be there!
    Waiting on the square.

    Do not give up on me.
    Be patient.
    See me.
    Promise to no longer be complacent.

    Here! I’m here!
    My heart is beating in my ears.
    No! Couldn’t be. I have no more tears.
    Where are you? I’m here. No, not this fear.

    There! There! Through the fog, I see you.
    See me!
    Lift up those eyes of blue.
    See me! Let the butterflies flee.

    See me! YES! A spark of recognition.
    Standing. Walking. Running to each other.
    Let’s love each other without condition.
    Let’s make a life work. You and me, lover.

    It is no longer cold.
    The wind and fog have lifted.
    Arm in arm. Heart to heart, we are bold.
    This lovers tale, life sifted.

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    Posted by Chico’s Mom | December 29, 2025, 9:46 AM
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  2. crazy4yarn2's avatar

    High-Wire Chickens

    Three chickens danced whenever Grampsplayed loud his favorite waltzes.Gramps saw dollar signs in dreamsand knew he owned some talent.He booked appearances for them.They traveled the world over.Those chickens were renowned,and best of all, were never eaten.

    https://writingaddiction2.wordpress.com/2025/12/29/high-wire-chickens/

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    Posted by crazy4yarn2 | December 29, 2025, 1:52 PM
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