The poetry prompt for today, day seventeen, is swing.
|A Ride I Won't Forget|
by a cable or chains, floats
and forth without contemplation, set
by determined fingers, soulless
the wind, annoyance. Ecstasy lifts me into
throws me back down. Not so much from fluctuation
or the pause
b e t w e e n
but what you do to fill the silence—
between smiles and tears, drive the seat
of my life,
remove that which holds me, leave me
and trampled sand.