Today's quote: "Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." ~Dennis Gabor
Today's prompt: In a nice private place, pick out a stanza, or a few lines, that you like from a poem that you don’t otherwise feel was very successful. Say them over to yourself.
Now hum them. See if you can find the tune.
And now sing them aloud. (Who cares if you can sing? You’re in private. And this is poetry!)
Throwing away the rest of the poem, write two more stanzas (stand-alone or connected) that go to the same tune.
Solstice – night creeps in slow,
Holding back in honor of the sun,
Burning hot and large directly above us,
As we head for high ground
Bathing ourselves in the midsummer.
The light fades gently
Into orange, purple, red.
We breath in the evening air,
Breath out poetry
On this most magical of nights,
Releasing our words into the world.