In the last two months I have been taking a notebook with me EVERYWHERE.
During stolen moments I sit & try my hand at writing poetry.
Each and every time I am defeated.
I think I might be putting too much emphasis on it and because I know it is needed for an assignment, I get all nervy and words are stifled.
Over the weekend, I was playing around with an art journal prompt - "use stamps in a different way" without much thought process I had stamped an image of a girl using four different stamps components and added a little colour to her. She looked a little sad and the page behind her was stark - so I picked up my pen sketched a few words on a piece of paper beside me and hey presto a Limerick was born.
Incase you can't read it…
There was a young girl from Cuskelly,
Her legs made from jelly.
Attempted to dance,
Instead she'd prance.
And land upon her BELLY!
Yeah. Well I didn't say it was a GREAT limerick. My whole point to this post is that in the time it took to take 15mins out of my day and create a whimsical girl from a bunch of higgledy piggledy stamps, it was less time to construct a few words on paper. By giving her arrow legs that look like they would shake like a bowl of jelly, I managed to come up with a little ditty that matches the girl and her expression to a tea.
What I need to remind myself is the words won't come if I force them. I must wibble-wobble my mind until it's like a bowl of jelly and maybe then I will have enough words on paper to construct a poem that works for this assignment.