The prompt, simplified: Close your eyes and listen to music that has no words. Note what images come to your mind as you let your thoughts wander to various places and times. Write down these images once you finish listening and use them in a poem. If you’d like, start the poem with the line, I am skimming the edges…from Kelli Russell Agodon’s poem, “Yakima Ferry at Sunset.”
I am skimming the edges
of Central Park,
early summer oasis of green
with a sheen of dust,
the fringe between civilization
The steady city rhythm
compelling, propelling, insistent. Then
a gradual irregularity, regularly irregular,
interrupts the everyday stop, start, repeat.
A question, a disruption, an incident, a demand.
the rhythm goes on beneath,
strong and steady.
The city moves on and, after holding
my breath for just a moment,
so do I.
Written after listening to “Take Five” by the Dave Brubeck Quartet