At the very least you're thinking about colors. And maybe you're a little bit curious as to where I'm going or maybe a bit exasperated because I'm STILL not even there yet and it's been almost five whollllllle sentences without a point.
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| WELL HERE'S A POINT FOR YOU! HERE'S TWELVE POINTS! (Ha-Ha!) |
Okay, okay: this is a writing prompt. About colors. Inspired by Fall. There --- are you happy? Welcome to the point.
Before I went off on a tangent in this post, I was thinking about John Keats and his thoughts on autumnal cornfields. I can't for the life of me Google well enough to find the quote my English professor used to recite in hushed tones about Keats's feelings on autumnal cornfields being the most beautiful color. You'll just have to take my (and his) word for it.
But I think "Ode to Autumn" captures the spirit. Here's a reading below, by Ben Whishaw (because LORD, will anyone EVER read Keats as gorgeously as Whishaw?! No. Probably not.)
This got me to thinking. What do you believe is the most beautiful color? Keats said autumnal cornfield. I agree with him. Can a cornfield take a girl's breath away? Yes, yes it can. I'm from the Midwest, where there are no shortage of cornfields, and driving through country in the autumn is nothing short of exhilarating.
The Writing Prompt
What do you say? What is the most beautiful color to ever fill your eyes? Why is it beautiful? How can you describe this intoxicating, gorgeous color? What do you see in it? Really focus on letting this color sink into all of your imagery, like a lens you slide over everything you see. Or you could let it permeate throughout your poem like dropping food coloring into clear water --- perhaps it's a gradual tint that gets deeper and darker.
Either way, choose the color first, and start writing. Then watch for the poem's motion and strengthen that. Let the way your color appears (i.e. brushstrokes, tints, slowly spreading, seeping, bursts or fireworks of color, etc) define the structure and motion of your poem.
Either way, choose the color first, and start writing. Then watch for the poem's motion and strengthen that. Let the way your color appears (i.e. brushstrokes, tints, slowly spreading, seeping, bursts or fireworks of color, etc) define the structure and motion of your poem.
So go ahead, try your hand at writing about the most beautiful color in the whole wide world. Don't hold back; wax and wane poetic. Go big and go small. Use your imagination. Above all, let your words throw some light on the page. Because that's really what color is about: the light in which you view something.
Smashed potatoes!!! People say someone is not the sharpest crayon in the box like it's a bad thing, but the sharpest crayons in the box are the ugly colors that we don't want to use (almost never) . It's the dull crayons that we find to be pretty and more useful to us than the sharp hideous crayons...crayons have to earn thier dull tip for everyone to know that they're in high demand and valued more (like gold). this is Especially true for the value of black crayons; don't you ever wish every color crayon box came with two black crayons instead of just one? So wouldn't it be a good thing to be called the dullest nubbiest crayon in the box?
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