Pen & Page Prompt #21
This Week: Writing from the Space of the Quiet Season
Pen & Page: Weathering
A prompt about the seasons we endure quietly
There are stretches of life when something larger remains unresolved. Nothing collapses, nothing explodes, and yet beneath the routine of days, a question hums. We wake, tend what needs tending, answer emails, water plants, make dinner — all while the horizon holds its distance. The sky does not clarify.
We live inside that wide, muted space, aware that something is shifting or waiting or gathering beyond our sight. These are the seasons we endure quietly — when the work is not to solve what hovers at the edge, but to remain steady beneath it.

Prompt #21: Under the Weathering Sky
Premise
The sky changes without asking permission. Light thins. Edges blur. What once felt solid shifts into something harder to name. We live beneath this mutability, inside atmospheres that alter slowly, almost invisibly. Not every season arrives with thunder. Some gather quietly overhead.
Core Prompt
Write about a season in your life when something larger remained unresolved, a decision not yet made, a diagnosis not yet confirmed, a conversation not yet had, a change you sensed but could not see clearly.
Do not name the “big thing” directly at first. Let it register through the body and through routine.
What did you do each morning?
How did your shoulders hold?
What did you avoid looking at?
What small task became ritual?
Begin with weather — literal sky, air, light — and allow it to mirror the atmosphere you were living inside. Anchor the poem in specific, observable detail: the sound of a spoon in a mug, the weight of laundry, the way dusk arrived. Let the larger question hover at the edge. Resist solving it. Stay inside the unresolved space.
Craft Menu
Begin with weather and move inward.
Use repetition to mirror routine.
Keep sentences declarative and spare.
Let one image carry more meaning than you explain.
Avoid naming the unresolved issue until (or unless) the final lines.
Leave the poem slightly open.
Shape Options
A single prose block (to mirror sustained atmosphere).
Tercets with space between stanzas (to suggest distance).
A poem structured by morning / afternoon / evening.
Share Back
If you’re comfortable, I’d love to see your draft ideas. Share a line in the comments, especially one where the weather and the interior state meet.
Reflection
Not every season clarifies itself. Sometimes the work of writing is simply to remain present beneath a sky that has not yet decided, but still we strive to know. It’s unsettling to allow the unknown to belong to itself. Do you strive after answers you are not to have?
Looking Ahead
In the next Frame & Phrase on March 5, we’ll continue this conversation about atmosphere and the inner life — turning toward Wordsworth and the Romantic poets to explore how landscape holds what we cannot yet resolve. We’ll look closely at how weather becomes a way of thinking, and how the sky can carry memory, change, and interior movement.
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And if you’re looking for a more sustained writing rhythm this spring, I’ll be teaching Poetry Boost: From Title to Publication, a four-week Zoom workshop devoted to shaping poems from first line to final draft. You’ll find details below or click button to register.
For now, stay beneath your own sky a little longer. Notice what gathers there. Not every season clarifies itself at once.
Write and thrive.
Robbin
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