In the past two days, since deciding to write creatively regardless of purpose, I have written six mini poems and a few fictional paragraphs that don’t fit into my novel.
It’s quite nice, writing aimlessly whilst knowing I’m doing it for myself. It doesn’t have a point which is the point. Rather than saying ‘it’s not worth writing down’ or ‘I’ll delete it because it doesn’t suit my novel’, I’m expressing myself and allowing thoughts and feelings, no matter how small, to be voiced.
Here’s a poem from today:
A poem a day
Is there enough to say
Will the world stop turning
If I use up all its words
If I write that much
Will I even be heard
It’s raining and it’s lovely and I think it’s time for lunch.
Sarah xx
the softest words 