In the past few weeks I have been working diligently on my poetry, or at least I've been trying to do what I can. With classes, work, and coursework, a writer can get writer's block pretty easily. I find myself sitting at the computer screen at times, looking at the flashing line, awaiting for words to flow, but there I sit instead, with a blank face and looking at updated statuses on Facebook. I'm not motivated to write, and yet I am. I await the words of the true poet to come out naturally, and sometimes immediately, but sixty-percent of the time that is not the case. So, as a writer, I put my headphones on and listen to either classical music, folk, indie, or alternative rock; hoping to find the words through the music. Usually nothing happens.
I'm the type of writer that is inspired when the time is unnecessary. I'm usually sitting in a class room, watching the power point, or reading at the last minute, or writing a research paper; and that's when an idea hits. I take my pen and scribble down the words that come to mind, taking my mind off of the teacher or studies, and I write something that I might find eloquent, that is until I come to it later as I gaze through my notes and that's when it hits me, "Write more as a writer and not as a student." How was that poetry? It isn't. It was just good advice to myself, that was all. The true inspiration comes when I'm brushing my teeth, or when I forgot to bring a pen with me, or when I'm in the shower, etc. My true symphony comes when I'm unprepared; when my pants are down (metaphorically speaking). A true poet/writer must always have a pen, a small notebook, and an idea. One little idea can explode into something big, soaring to the minds of your readers, grasping onto their sentimental gland; pouring out unto them, having them beckon for more. Write us poetry, they will say.
We are all poets and writers,
Although we must first glance back,
Look forward, and write.
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