HopperWolf Posted February 25, 2003 Report Posted February 25, 2003 *sigh* I have this whole idea for a poem. I've written it down in narrative form and everything. Usually that jars some creative juices, but I cannot put it into verse! I can't think of any of the right lines. It's so frustrating and I NEED TO VENT! ARG! I haven't been able to write for a long while. Not since Beast I think! (I'd have to check that) But I REALLY want to write something. To create. And I even know what I want to create. I just don't have the skill to do it. so frustrating!!
Peredhil Posted February 25, 2003 Report Posted February 25, 2003 take your subject idea and write it out in the Writer's Workshop. Then walk away from it for a day or two. Exercise. Think about something else. Get your conscious mind out of the way and busy and let the idea simmer. Come back, reread what you wrote and see if you can build on it, twist it, tweak it, or if it knocks loose something else. If you write it... something will come of it. Scritches the wolf Politely behind the ears. -P
reverie Posted February 25, 2003 Report Posted February 25, 2003 (edited) ...write everthing you've written out already again... Then try to form pharses... they can be wordless... sing it... play with and vary the beat... if that doesn't work... go for a walk... whether a memory or just imagination form a image of a scene of what you want to write as you walk... If you like to run or bike or hike... do that ... try to fit you words in with the beat of your pace... All this is just to jump start you... if you catch a flow or stream , it may take on a life of it's own... and end up writing itself... That's how i go about it when i'm stuck... And my best poem grew from and about the process... Took me over a year to write... Hope some of this helps.... rev... Dark Rainy Night 2002 (a.k.a walking, Dark Dreary Night... Dreamlost Collection, Vol I...All rights reserved) Late December. Passing the time, with wondering mind Wrapped in darkness shivering Rhythms play in my head Walking in this rainy night… Clearest in the numbing cold, I feel safe. Worlds from my past Flow chaotic, on a tune… Quietly hummed, the process resumes: So steal a beat, add repeat Meld a theme, to think in stream... Remind your mind to lose some time And coat yourself in nature's rhyme To selfishly star in your self-styled stories, And dwell in past with love you’d forgotten Open the wounds that once you did cover Open them up, to help you recover So kindle the fire to slight you regrets... Make silly the story, half-hidden, you fret You’re always so lovely, though rarely so kind It’s not what you bury, but what’s in your mind Pain's a jester, So sweet is her nectar In darkness, lovers did sigh But when you remember, that cold cold December In darkness, lovers will cry So spin, spun a song for myself, Selfishly crying then laughing It's too bad I feel nothing. I feel nothing at all. Tired the numbness, though it must love us Anything’s better, than nothing at all Standing numb to shiver Would be better to quiver Isn't this silly, makes no sense at all Let the cold rain of night, freeze my heart warm. And muffle my mind, to let loose the storm And chain it to rhythm, to set ups the streams To quiet the demons, and silence the screams: Of Rage and of Worry, Of Fear and Regret The Tragic, the Bitten The Burned and the Set Upon which I list and I wax in my rage… Let the cold rain of night- Make me shudder contained To mirror my shiver and cover the pain. And if all was made clever, and all was made terse Then roll back the black torrent in a spate of rhymed verse If your rhythm’s not platinum, but you flow just the same Search more then the phrases; sung true they will tame… As I keep walking, words of rhyme fill my mind For a time, I find peace--an emotional release But sweeter’s the feeling Where void stood before… It only seems tragic if too often ignored… The reasons for meanings The fear before rage The hum before singing The feelings left saved Catching chaos now fleeing At the door we must part… It’s was only me walking, to unbury my heart… Edited February 25, 2003 by reverie
Vlad Posted February 25, 2003 Report Posted February 25, 2003 rev- nice... Hopper- I know where you're coming from, but I'm hoping that just reading good writing will jar some ideas or activity into this brainwashed hunk of flesh
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