A Story

In order to write songs that I love, I practice. Lately, I've been working through a book called Songwriting Without Boundaries by Pat Pattison. It's a series of short writing prompts, among other things. I love it in all its painful glory. Sometimes I hate what I write. And sometimes, I kinda like it. Everything you have to write in the book must be written fast. Here is one of the short stories I wrote based on this prompt: 

"A Poem Is Evening"

Solitude, darkness; one flickering lamp shining on paper. Poems are evenings; a tiny brightness penetrating the sunless hours. 

One line, two lines, 85 lines. Pain, sky, furniture, feet - all boiled in a cauldron and squeezed of its chaff. Darkness is cradled and caressed, rocked in a star-lit room. I am seen, and my eyes begin to adjust. A candle flicks light over inky words. Come morning, I'll be singing. 

I'd love to hear your take on this writing prompt!

Posted on September 24, 2015 .