Recently, I picked up writing poetry again. For a while, creative writing (and, sadly, any type of reading) has been off of my radar. Nothing was coming to mind, and I didn’t feel like forcing myself to write.
So I didn’t.
But I picked up a pen and a fancy new notebook and started writing. And I actually liked the words that came to sit on the pages inside. And I have this feeling, deep inside me somewhere, that I’m going to be continuing in my old habits of writing (and hopefully reading).
I’ve just started reading the book If You Feel too Much by Jamie Tworkowski. I like it a lot. It’s so raw and emotional and real. He’s got this style to him, in both his writing and his life, that gives me a strong admiration for him.
He inspires me. To be a better person, to write more, to write better. He’s just one of those people with one of those voices and one of those souls.
He’s reminded me of the thrill I get when I write. Well, not when I write. But when I write my heart.
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
I love this quote, especially the beginning. Poems, for me, start as gut feelings or rushes of emotion or lumps in the throat. Quite often, anyway. And I love that. I love the whirlwind and the excitement and the longing. I love seeing a poem stretch itself out, love the idea of creating something, love seeing scribbles and half-stanzas on a page.
Poetry is a dear old friend of mine, and I’m glad I’ve found it again. Creative writing (especially poetry) gives me a special way to express myself and put my emotions onto paper. It’s one of my favorite pastimes. I may start posting poetry on here, but I’ll probably just keep it to my personal blog, Found and Cherished.
I’m excited to get back onto the path of writing poetry. Here’s to hoping I stick with it this time. <3