It’s a grey day, no sun, just a mass of clouds. Nothing inspiring to write about – but hey, wait a minute, aren’t writers supposed to write regardless?
That’s what friends think, that I sit down and write. As simple as that, well is it?
If you wake up to an uninspiring day filled with grey, take the opposite viewpoint. I think of a different colour – one that leads me into other thoughts. At this point I am not consciously writing a poem, simply putting first thoughts into lines.