April was National Poetry month, and I set myself a challenge of writing a poem every day of the month. I was expecting to give up quite early on, but I made it to day 25!? Okay, so I didn’t make it through the entire 30 days, but I nearly did – so I’m counting it as an achievement. I clearly have very high expectations of myself.
I tend to be an inspiration-writer; I write within the flashes of ideas, especially when it comes to poetry. So I found it difficult to be creative when I wasn’t in one of those flashes.
But as I got about ten days in, I realised that I was finding this a little easier. Some days, I was even able to write multiple poems. I felt as though I was starting to learn how to make my own inspiration, rather than simply receive it. Inspiration is something you take from the world; from people, from places, from other art. Sometimes it comes in flashes, but sometimes it comes as the result of slow and careful thinking. I started finding my own inspiration, not only from how I was feeling that day, or from my current experiences, but also in pictures I saw, in music I was listening to, or even sometimes in my uni work. When you realise you can make inspiration from anything, writing becomes a sort of therapy session, piecing together the world around you in its fragments.
So although I didn’t quite complete the challenge, I feel that the 25 days I did achieve, really opened my eyes to how I was looking for inspiration.
I thought I would end this post by sharing one of the poems I wrote over those 25 days…