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Wind and Anxiety Through Your Hair

Our prompt for the day (optional, as always) takes its cue from Arkansas. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by your favorite kind of music. Try to recreate the sounds and timing of a pop ballad, a jazz improvisation, or a Bach fugue. That could mean incorporating refrains, neologisms and flights of whimsy, or repeating/inverting lines or ideas – whatever your chosen musical form would seem to require! Perhaps a good way to start is to listen to your favorite piece of music and “free-write” for the duration of the piece, and then use what you’ve written as the building blocks for your poem.

I fly through the air,
arms flailing
the fear racing through
my hair,
like the cold April wind.

Shut down,
no rinks in the foreseeable future,
but a playground will do,
maybe?
States painted on the concrete,
uneven, cracked,
is that a loose screw?
What if I fall
and knock out my piercings?

Like a new sappling,
you fall quickly
to the ground, on your knees.
Piercing is okay,
you get up,
try again,
ever so lightly,
wind through your hair,
small circle around-
it's a start;
Corona will be done soon.