Plan B

Brushed hair behind the ear
Small trace, mascara tear
Drip from her fragile chin
Sat balanced violin

Full seats, peers look on
Debut forgotten songs
A single note rings out
How did this come about?

Memory bursts, low thought
Whispers within earshot
Have fun, do what you can
Coach smiles, backup plan

A second note rings true
Playing soul strings will do
Faces gape wide at her
Hands chop, slow down, then blur

Turning point, spirit flows
Gentle twirl, flowing clothes
Shock, D minor, rising hairs
Reveals heart of nightmares

Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally posted in Allpoetry on June 17th, 2021. Published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Week on July 24th, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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