Give yourself a break. Relax.
Find a relatively short piece of instrumental music. Listen to it several times in a single session. After the first time through, begin to jot down random words and phrases as you listen.
Write a poem.
I remember a crazy wild
summer night in my hometown,
a car ride with a boy,
speeding down a lonesome
tar-topped, two-lane highway,
cigarette smoke stinging
his steel blue eyes, me
blowing bubblegum-bubbles,
white lines flying past
faster than the speed
of falling in love
when you're sixteen,
faster than the speed
of falling in love
when you're sixteen,
air heavy with the smell
of burning rubber
and June roses.
Inspiration: Pipeline by The Chantays, 1963
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4 comments:
Very scenic poem, Marianne. Nice.
Pamela
Burning rubber and roses--really nice touch.
I like those last lines as well,
Elizabeth
That burning rubber and roses is an exquisite combination. Nicely done.
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