I used to write a lot of poetry when I was a teenager. It got me through some challenging times, helped me make sense of the world. Since I’m feeling quite poetic today, I thought I’d try my hand at a quick poem. A piece of writing about writing! …Okay, it may not be a masterpiece, but what I love about poetry is that there’s no right or wrong; it’s an individual’s unique perspective on something, and each person may interpret something different from the same poem.
Would love to hear your thoughts… here it is:
It excites me like the start of a new year, filled with hope and possibility.
A rush of ideas pours forth, creating a bridge towards a new world,
A world that changes and moulds in response to my thoughts.
Feels like I’m playing God, deciding the fate of these inner creations.
Or a sculptor …an artist, building layers of colours and textures,
Shaping them into something that’s never existed before.
It gives wings to the birds in the cage of my mind.
In their flight they are free. And so am I.