Today the prompt is to write a poem where two or more things are happening simultaneously.
Unwilling presence.
The lights flickered in the tiniest of breezes, and
Illuminated the singer; the plans in my head were
Fighting to make sense, and surreptitiously I opened
A document on my mobile phone; the guitar sounded
Softly and the song was heralded by the delicate fingers
Forming and picking the chord and the melody, a musical
Signpost to point the way to the voice, the rolling accent
And warm tones describing; and I made notes about
The next weekend, and cursed the blue fairy lights.
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