I dare say this is about the time you’d be skipping a heartbeat. Why? Because you’re just trudging along with a mysterious sack of poems that’s waiting to be written, and you cannot get ahead of yourself because you need to wait for the day’s prompt. Then when the prompt’s unveiled, it’s either love at first read or, well, you react lackadaisically: to hell with it. I don’t like form prompts very much, thank you. Anyway, it can’t be that bad if you’re still reading, and writing. All that preamble is sort of a defense against giving up. The Writers Digest Day 11 Prompt is to write a defensive poem.