So I am working on an Ars Poetica for my poetry course and this is what I came up with as a start. I’m not one to put my ideas out bluntly in creative writing, I figure you get spoon fed enough in this world, I’m going to make you work for this. Love it, hate it, use it for your cat’s toilet paper, just let me know what it is you see in this piece so I can delve into new possibilities.
A guitar string breaks down the hall,
muffled by the crying baby next door
as a window drops two floors under,
trailing swears out to the sidewalk.
It breaks in time with my finger
sliding the switch to OFF
as I gently pat the frizzle of my
static stricken hair.
My pats move in rhyme
to the baby’s cries
and the slamming of the complex doors.
And I hear music,
crashing and inharmonic,
as I’ve never heard before.