Settle In (Poem-A-Day 28)

Settle InFor today’s prompt, write a settled poem. Settled can be a good, relaxing thing; settled can be an accepting something that wasn’t your first choice thing; settled can be coming to a stop; settled can be pioneers in a strange land; and so on. With only three days left, don’t settle for less than your best.

 

Settle In

Half a bottle of red wine
Lasagna laden with cheese
Greasy ground meat
Soaked noodles thick
Not just one slice
Two slices with garlic bread
To mop up diced tomato sauce

I leave the dishes
In the sink to dry
Encrusting barnacles
On their smooth hulls

The siren song of the sofa
Entices me to her comfy shore
I feel the weight of dinner
Settle in for slow digestion
Stomach full mind empty
I flip channels
Barely twitching my thumb
Eyelids droop
Sloth and gluttony

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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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