The Simple Prompt To Write
Waiting for the perfect moment and setting to write doesn’t bring results most days.
Poems get drafted on the backs of envelopes and shopping lists in many cases. A line or a scene from a movie can provoke an unexpected verse.
Writing everyday isn’t the easiest thing to do. Life is so distracting!
Along with the 40 hour work week.
Here is a poem that was elicited by one word, given at a Writers of Kern meeting.
The hills are purple in evening
The sun has sunk behind the eastern hill
From my window I see three white cars
I know they’re white but
Now they are pale purple
Like the line on the shoulder of the boulevard
Like the house lights coming on
What is it that filters the spectrum to purple
At this time of day?
Moisture? Smog? Solar flares?
Or is it that same magnetism that often draws me to the window?
What do your unexpected passages get scribbled on?