8: 45 a.m. — Atlanta
not listening to anything because my main computer is misbehaving and my laptop sounds tinny
snarf… bargle… urk… mmf… hello. I’m back home in Atlanta and trying to jump-start my brain. It seems it objects to being hauled back and forth through four time zones. Should today’s exercise lack lucidity, for heaven’s sake, tell me.
For most of us, colours are the strongest of all imagery. Think about it. Green. Right? You either saw a shade of green, saw something green, like grass, or started to list the greens you remember from your Crayola Crayons (remember sea green?). While other imagery might give you a clear picture, it won’t be as vivid, or as immediate as red.
You can introduce colours in a couple of ways. You might choose objects that are inseparable from their colour, such as lemons. You might keep you poem neutral as far as colour and then deliberately and precisely place pink. Or, you might make colour the focus. The trick is to not overdo colours as imagery in a poem, even when they are the focus.
Make two lists: one of colours that attract you, and one of colours that repel you. For each colour, write what you associate with that colour.
Approach each colour from your other senses; how do these colours sound, smell, taste, and what is their texture? Jot notes for a few minutes.
Which images that emerge from your jottings give you an idea for a poem? Go!
Begin with the word colour and freewrite on it for several minutes; pull a poem from your notes;
Write a poem or short piece in which every line or sentence mentions the same or a different colour;
Take off in your own direction, but colour must be involved somehow.
list everything you associate with one colour, say red.
crimson – blood metallic tide blush
vermilion – fire heat paint thick smooth
scarlet – chilis, lining of a cape, blaze
brick – rough, earthy cool hard
red – crayon lipstick cherry cinnamon
burgundy – wine full rich
Write a poem that focuses on the colour you picked.
Point of interest: Flowers are the colours they cannot absorb, the one shade of the spectrum they reject.
No, don’t ask why part of the post is a different size. My laptop is misbehaving, too. I am contemplating the satisfying sound of a computer, or two, dropped from a seventh floor balcony.
I may, or may not be back into the routine, so you may, or may not, see me Thursday, or Friday. If so, yay. If not, I will see you next Tuesday for… what does the calendar say? Mystery. Ah, well then.
Happy writing, everyone.