A timeless ballad can spark a memory. The song can whisk a listener back, and for a moment rewind the clock. Maybe it’s a time machine in the memory center of the brain, fueled by sound.
The ballad can be an unforgettable piece of our narrative identity.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s a poem by Monica (now a balladeer!) that made us smile:
I relished car rides, windows down,
air rushing, freeway speed.
Made faces with my brother (clown!),
heads stuck out in the breeze.
My index fingers pulled my mouth
to stretch the lips out wide,
and forced the eyelid corners down,
exposing whites of eyes.
Our older sisters (adult age)
would warn us with a grin:
Your silly face will freeze if you
make faces in the wind!
So now, though I still revel in
car windows opened wide,
I only make expressions when
my face is safe inside.
NOTE TO POETS: Looking for your Monday poetry prompt? On Photo Play weeks, it’s right here. Find inspiration from the photo in the post and respond with a poem. Leave your poem in the comment box. We’ll be reading.