I’m going home–to clarify, the home I lived in most of my life as a child. I have owned it since my Mom died and always intended to use it as a retreat. Life got in the way.
Now I return to start the process of cleaning it out and getting ready to list it. Ghastly prospects looms as this task is daunting. But this week, I will let you in on a secret. I’m going to write there. Cleaning will have to wait.
Oh sure, I will pretend to be going through things, but, and this is just between you and me, I’m going to work on existing projects and finalize them. By next week this time I will have:
- a poetry how-to book,
- a chapter from a memoir that just may save your life,
- a vignette from a novella that will make you cry,
- and 8 poems completed for a sketchbook project due in August–Love Motion No. 5.
Or maybe not…
This is last Writing prompt for 2014 National Poetry Month. I thought this posted yesterday but stayed in draft it seems. The prompt is a beginning collage piece with handwritten Love in Kanji. The page is in a small handmade journal and will feature unique collages throughout.
During this month, I have offered little direction or additional promoting. My purpose in doing this is not to direct your thoughts into what the prompt reminded me of. What your thoughts are is where you need to start. In the next few weeks I will share completed works and offer additional insight into capturing your fleeting thoughts.
When I began working on the morning write today I thought of the many forms love assumes. From passionate fire to mutual admiration to agape the word love conjures many dreams. As I progressed I received news that my best friend for over40 years
has the big A word. Alzheimer’s. A death sentence of becoming encased in an ever darkening tomb where no light . I feel my job is to stand watch and to keep throwing logs on the fire in a futile attempt to keep the light source from becoming cold ash. I want a white heat flame. I want an endless supply of hardwood. My wants I find myself focused on how this affects me. I will regroup later today. For now, I wallow in self pity. Not the place I want to be when I think of love. And that was the topic. Love. The many faces of multi-faceted love. Write.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Elizabeth Gilbert’s post (link below) gives the most poignant example of “keeping a stiff upper lip” as I’ve ever seen. Come up with words to describe the resolve it takes to accept things as they are and move on. Explore the meanings of resignation. What part does your faith play in overcoming adversity? Write about courage. Write about cowardice. Explore both sides of the issue – the attacker, the attacked. National Poetry Month is drawing to a close. Explore your writings this month and find the common thread, the links you discover as you expand your writing string. What twists and knots tangle you up? What brews…ready to percolate ?
Old journal entries are great fodder. My poems in cursive as well as other entries are usually difficult to read. Deciphering in and if itself becomes an art form. I have used the ripe peach metaphor a few times. I know it can be trite as it’s so obviously not about a peach but in journal entries going with the flow is the whole point. In revision clarity evolves if the stars are aligned and you are willing to sacrifice your first born. Just kidding. The point, though, is the first thoughts contain the seeds. You’ve got a lot of tilling to do to get any fruit. Cheers. Hope these writing prompts are helping you get through National Poetry Month.
I’m also a painter and my studio is a complete wreck from too many overlapping projects. Writing prompts and projects of collage are beckoning and layers of unearthed treasures in my clutter are appearing. I noticed this arrangement of things and decided it would make a inspiring prompt since it’s a poem by a friend who’s a wonderful poet, Linda Eve Diamond.
Her book, The Beauty of Listening, combines visual poems and a variety of forms interspersed with thought-provoking graphics. I’ll post links in more detailed posts as you simply must hear Linda read. Her enunciation and lilt enhance the poetic experience in many ways.
As a firm believer that poets should speak their work aloud to insure against faltering or unintended breakages, I find that Linda proves that listening is in itself an art form that readers will enjoy as she reads her work. Whether being read or being heard, her poems inspire.
Inspiration often arrives from place. Today’s writing prompt came from the corner of the May/June issue of Poets and Writers Magazine. Where we write caught my attention as a cover item and the article by Julene Bair reeled me in. My studio is in a local landmark of national significance–a terrific place to write for many reasons. Where do you write? Tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket Day. Will you write some place special or share poetry about place?
As an artist, projects can be inspiring and they can also be draining. Having finished a commission provides a sudden lift. This poem of three lines offered a chance to create something that expressed this feeling. Writing prompts can come from many sources.
Easter Sunday used to be a day for new bonnets and hats. Wearing gloves and new Easter outfits was the norm as well as Easter egg hunts and decorated hard boiled eggs. What traditions do you celebrate and remember? The writing prompt for National Poetry Month today features an old hymn which was a southern revival tradition. What are the traditional and ceremonial songs that you recall. Write about them.