Rest Is Not Waste

Drawn to an unwritten page
To what, disturb?
Write words that conflict?
No…but rest
Just for a day
I shall not erase its own stillness nor mine
Until a cool breeze awakens
And I see flowers dance

 

dversepoetspub.com wants us to consider the Literary Alchemy of Laurie Lee

In my own, I chose a few of his words from his prose:

“White elder blossom and dog roses hung in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference. High silky summer sucked me towards it”

Use some of the original wording if you like but essentially the idea is to put your own imagination on the selected prose, whilst writing a poem in the deceptively easy style that Lee employed. I think the clue is in the unexpected adjectives he employs

White elder blossom and dog roses hung in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper , and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference. High silky summer sucked me towards it”