Inspired by a story on NPR today. A verb and a noun. Not neccesarily in this order. What else comes to mind?
Falling violin
Here’s my draft:
Forty-Four Below
The air lies still
in the valleys, heavy,
thick with frozen fog:
our driving, our heat, our
breath all condensed-
even walking sinks us
deeper into the darkness,
but, today in half light
one willow leaf, hanging
like a comma where branches
diagram the morning,
vibrates, a slight movement
of air, the faint high note
–a violin-where one branch
rubs another.
“Mostly clear. Dense fog
in valleys” the weather
report projects. “Light
wind” three days away,
“Warming to freezing.”
We have fallen into discord
like a dropped violin.
Now the wind chime
moves, one note sounds.
Across the valley silhouettes
of mountains blur into cloud.
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Post your poem as a comment and I’ll respond.
Mattie's Pillow 
January 9, 2009 at 8:08 pm
lovely imagery and really evocative tone. i especially like the 2nd half of the 1st stanza beginning “but, today in half light,”.
January 9, 2009 at 8:41 pm
Thanks, Novelique! I’d love to see others’ responses to these prompts, too. I’ve set this up as a way to prompt my own writing. I started doing this last year when I realized that I wrote the most when I was giving my students prompts and writing along with them.