I used to write poetry every day, filling numerous notebooks with ideas and rhymes that would give me a way to escape into a world of my own. Then, for some reason, I stopped. I still wrote one every few weeks, but instead of uploading them or using them for any projects, I just left them to stagnate in my desk drawers, rotting away in a prison of mahogany, which felt like a rather pointless endeavour.
I’ve been working on a novel, which is a time-consuming and draining affair, and I think in my mind I decided that I didn’t have the energy to write anything else, or didn’t want to waste my creativity on another project, or maybe I just got lazy. Regardless, I sat down last night, unable to sleep due to a rather heavy cold, and decided to pick up a pen and see what happened. I wrote ‘Waterfall’, which was just uploaded, in an intense rush of around 10 minutes, and that’s all it took for me to get excited again. Poetry is beautiful; it’s a way of processing the world around us, observing normality and finding something intriguing or wonderful that bounces around your mind, flowing in words that marry one another on the page, and I can’t wait to see what else I can pull from the dark recesses of my brain.
Even if you’ve never written one before, I’d encourage you to have a go – just sit down and start writing, and maybe you’ll find something, even the tiniest line or a wonderful metaphor, that gives you a creative buzz. If anyone is reading this and wants me to read theirs, get in touch with the email in the ‘About Me’ page, I want to see what you guys write!