#WritcoPoemPrompt123

Things that get in your way,
As if there's a hidden door blocking your path,
And find the worst, by error as it stray!
A problem to be solved, probably simple math.

But math, don’t be
matin’, as we love our
3rd Thursdays, or 2nd Tuesdays
but loathe making’ calendar
notes,
we ain’t Outlook experts,
we be poets
seeking’ the path that
has the door
leading us out and away
from destruction.

We busy constructin’
blue concepts so the people
won’t see
so much red.

We’re more love built,
than battle tested;
but will fight
to put some consciousness
under them
colorful dreads,
I mean
purple and red locs,
for these plots be planted
on social screens
as we watch our people dream
of love scenes
swiping left, and
right—
But all they receive are wrongs—

Time to put that phone
on the brown shelf.
Get back on that path,
find the hidden door
and confess,
these problems ain’t
simple like math,
but are solvable.

Like mixing mixtures
to make a solvent
that will show us a way
with beautiful candles lit,
as we sit,
relaxing in a fabulous bubble bath.

(c)2024 Clarence Barbee