Finding a subject to write poetry about sounds easy, but when I finally sit down with pen in hand, my mind becomes as blank as my page and I’m like, you’re kidding me. Why am I at a loss for words when my life is full of ups and downs, backwards and forwards, rounds and rounds. I can’t think of one thing interesting to jot down! This is so frustrating. And when I finally write something, it feels forced and unnatural, like I’m totally faking it and I’m not a real poet or a real writer, a pretender that every reader will see through and laugh or either take a red pen and draw lines and circles and arrows to better words that flow like the Red Sea.
It’s tough putting myself on paper, creating histories of emotions and events, finding new ways of expressions through images that aren’t trite and cliché, that actually sound like poetry instead of chopped up lines.
When this happens, I have to return to trusty writing exercises. This one works well for me and it might work for you.
An exercise to help the poetry blahs:
Go to your favorite room filled with your favorite things. Begin by describing a piece physically, as if describing it to someone who is blind and only your words paint a portrait for him. Now, share its history, where and why and how the object came to you. Then, personify this object, drawing upon emotion to create a living breathing creature.
Write your rough draft from this exercise and then put the draft away for a week. No going back before the week is over. Pull it out after a week and begin revising.
