Day Fourteen ~ Creation Saturday! You're all talented writers, of varying backgrounds and abilities. As we near the halfway point of the month, take some time to look back at your entries. Create a poem inspired from your entries this month. Any style or form (or none at all). Pull lines from all of your entries thus far and see what happens. Obviously you're free to add/subtract words from lines that don't seem to fit the narrative you've come across when compiling your thoughts; this isn't meant to be a summary of the month to date, but a writing exercise. Oh dear. The poem I've created is a little long and rambly. It's free verse, and I've bolded all the words that are taken from previous posts. A New Me Resolutions; feeling trepidatious, those soul-destroying impositions we place on ourselves hurtle toward me, and my fingers tangle together as they rush ahead of my brain. My whole life I’ve been swamped with voices, and writing has become my life saver; my fingers are a conduit for my thoughts, translating the echoes of things that have been for other bloggers to read. Millions of paths, connecting us all to one another; experiences relatable, explainable, for the first time making sense. I am at the bottom of the hill, but that’s better than being buried underneath a ton of mud and lies. For the first time in forever I’m questioning my facts, I know— deep down— I’m unloveable, right? Or is that the offering of a man who knew no other way? The shame I have felt suffocated me for so long, but now I’m getting better. If I close my eyes, I get lost in the rhythm that plays inside of me; I smile, drum my fingers by my side and my world becomes habitable. I am me; that’s all, but I’m learning that’s enough. |