The last blog post inspired a friend to write a poem, which is currently also being turned into a song. I'm looking forward to hearing it.
Solitude
When the sun cries tears of blood
Cascading into azure sea
Somewhere down the blackened sand
Come searching, you’ll find me
Lying back on foundations old
Stare up at clouded shapes so sheer
In solitude and yet, a part
Of everything, with all to fear
And yet, and yet, such doubt within
As wondrous figures crowd my vision
Alight, a light to guide my fate
Cross boundaries of indecision
Be it love or life or twixt between
To choose would mean great pain and sorrow
To those who care, what few are left
I live upon the time I borrow
As clouds scud by in restless breeze
Another day forever lost
Sit silent on this rock of life
A figure counting out the cost
In camouflage of broken dreams
Blend into background grey and green
I will not stir, nor make a move
Slip into current, sight unseen.
by Dave Goodhand
Writing prompt:
Read Dave's poem again and choose a phrase, or line, that you are drawn to. It could be "tears of blood", "blackened sand" or perhaps "this rock of life". When you have chosen, use that phrase or line to trigger your own writing. Put it at the top of your page, close your eyes, take a couple of deep breaths, settle your mind and still your body, then write. You may end up with a poem yourself, or even a story. Please share if you feel able. (Instructions for doing this, "Using the Blog", can be found on the top right of this page).
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