When you look at the sky, what thoughts go through your mind and what feelings do you experience? Could you put words to any of this, or not really? In many respects the sky is nebulous, which implies that it can be described in a multiple of different ways.
And the imagination…
Maybe try this as an exercise:
- Go to the sky
- Close your eyes momentarily
- Open them and write down the first thing that comes to mind
Many years ago on my walks around a large office complex, I felt drawn to look out the windows at the sky. I cannot necessarily put it into words, but it did me good; her other worldliness, her perceivable yet unperceivable character, her secrets and mysteries, her colour spectrum…
In my first poem about the sky, I use a mono-rhythmic tercet scheme:
‘The Sky, The Sky
The sky, the sky in all its many shades of blue
Spectacled scientists tell us it has to be this hue
Much praise, I think, to them is certainly due…’(verse 1)
Here is the first verse from my videobook: The Sky, The Sky
The music in the video is J. S. Bach’s Minuet in G.
One reply on “‘The Sky, The Sky’”
Thank you Michael.
How are you? How is Sharon?
All is well here.
yvonne x ________________________________