Poetry is the untangling of the mind
To a writer
At first it is difficult
Frustrating
And you will mutter things like
I hate bloody poetry
But as the knots unwind
Finally
The lights come out to shine
Blinking on and off
Rhythmically
After that
It’s a daily thing
Of course it becomes easier
But if you have a complex mind
A busy life
You have to keep untangling
Hence
Here we meet again
*am I wasting time blogging and writing poetry (which is the same thing to me at the moment) when I could be spending these words and energy on my novel – where I currently pump out about 3000 words average a day – sometimes more, many more but that is my set point?
No
I have found that my poetry and the blog are so integral to my storytelling that I can’t do without this basic first step.
Untangling
Getting over myself
Poetry is to the mind
What yoga is to the body
First the mind is cleared and stretched
Then the story comes out to play
Stripey (my main character) does not wander in with her Coffee mug and crash on my couch until I have sung some poetry to her
Like a cat
She comes when she is ready
Also
Poetry is life
I cannot live without it
Now I’ve got to go write some story – it’s heating up I’m past 40,000 and I absolutely love it – writing is weirdly like reading or watching a movie. I have no idea where it is going, I just run along behind with a notebook taking notes.
Tried to do plot planning notes earlier last week – yeah that didn’t work Stripey doesn’t take instructions from humans …feel a bit embarrassed to have even tried 😂
