The Last Straw (Poem-A-Day 25)

CeibaFor today’s prompt, write a “last straw” poem. Everyone encounters situations in which they decide they’re not going to take it anymore (whatever “it” happens to be). It could be a loud noise, an abusive partner, someone taking the Pop Tart but not throwing the box away, or whatever. Write about the moment, the aftermath, or take an unexpected path to your poem.

The Last Straw

When the politicians ignore the people
When the people ignore the problems
When the boss insists we’re on the right path
When the women don’t text me back
When the wine turns sour
When the words won’t flow
When I am all done
There’s a demanding little dog
Insisting I pick her up
Place her in my lap
And pet her
Until the last straw floats away
And the camel’s back is healed

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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3 Responses to The Last Straw (Poem-A-Day 25)

  1. dtncdude says:

    Very, very creative . . . makes one wonder how someone found a way to heal that camel’s back.

  2. Pingback: Jane Avril’s Last Straw | Bartholomew Barker, Poet

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