I’ve been writing a lot lately, at least one poem a day, but often 2-3 poems. This is awesome. Not all of them are great and most of them need some serious editing but the idea is just to keep writing. To keep my writing muscle flexed and working so that some of those rough drafts evolve into something more. Of course I’m not sitting around, waiting for that lightning bolt of inspiration to hit me, instead I’m creating my own inspiration – words and phrases that I can’t get out of my head get written down and then I build on them. Here’s one I wrote simply about grabbing inspiration when it hits.
It’s the reason I carry a notebook in my bag,
keep one beside my bed,
find one resting on the back of the toilet tank –
you never know when
inspiration will hit,
when it’ll reach up and knock the wind out of you,
when it’ll sucker punch you.
You can only be ready when it
knocks you down with its words.
You can put pen to paper and scribble
as fast as your fingers let you,
as fast as the words fall from
ink oozing words as soon as the tip touches the page,
frantic scrawling to keep up,
my mind blazing faster than
my hands can fly.