Journal Prompt, Wed, Jan 13
Wed, Jan 13
Prompt: A picture (let me see if I can find it... nope. sorry.)
A moment of potential motion, captured forever by a camera's lens. A leap into the air, arms raised high and a determined expression on his face gives you a miniscule glimpse into the life. The tall gray mountains, still and yet in motion, with the remnants of the winter's tears sliding down the side provide a backdrop, looking like magestic waves, frozen in motion just like the man. The green spikes at his feet, almost unnatural in their straightness, crush and curl slightly under his feet.
Extra: Poem
Use the words zoned, crave, stunning, electric, organic, jams, fueling, pure, fluent, progression
Chords line themselves up under my fingers.
Zoned out, my hands know where to go.
My innermost thoughts, not blocked by my conscious mind.
Music, pure and serene, begins to flow.
The fluent conversation of two different voices,
One logical, one organic in their tone.
The two craving each other's opposition,
Their progression, pure and to most, unknown.
The logic comes from my brain; the love, my heart.
Electronic messages dart in between.
From this conversation comes something stunning,
A harmony reached in my fingers, now seen.
My love is expressed through music,
With logic showing me how
To shape my jams into coherent feelings,
And to fuel the sound reaching you now.
Prompt: A picture (let me see if I can find it... nope. sorry.)
A moment of potential motion, captured forever by a camera's lens. A leap into the air, arms raised high and a determined expression on his face gives you a miniscule glimpse into the life. The tall gray mountains, still and yet in motion, with the remnants of the winter's tears sliding down the side provide a backdrop, looking like magestic waves, frozen in motion just like the man. The green spikes at his feet, almost unnatural in their straightness, crush and curl slightly under his feet.
Extra: Poem
Use the words zoned, crave, stunning, electric, organic, jams, fueling, pure, fluent, progression
Chords line themselves up under my fingers.
Zoned out, my hands know where to go.
My innermost thoughts, not blocked by my conscious mind.
Music, pure and serene, begins to flow.
The fluent conversation of two different voices,
One logical, one organic in their tone.
The two craving each other's opposition,
Their progression, pure and to most, unknown.
The logic comes from my brain; the love, my heart.
Electronic messages dart in between.
From this conversation comes something stunning,
A harmony reached in my fingers, now seen.
My love is expressed through music,
With logic showing me how
To shape my jams into coherent feelings,
And to fuel the sound reaching you now.