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”
Peaceful. (K)
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Thank you. I am glad you felt it.
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Fascinating Mary, the rest of not writing… like it!
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Thank you! I just found out yesterday was National writing day, and yesterday I wrote nothing at all! I get wrapped up in thinking I have to keep up with every prompt, and I don’t! Not even on the one day someone tells me I should.
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I like how you went with the moments before movement, the blank page awaits patiently
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Thank you. This was inspired by taking a break.
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