Hitting the Wall
April 7, 2009 § 10 Comments
On day 6, I looked at the prompt and felt…irritated, bored, frustrated. I cranked out two lazy poems and threw up my hands. Then I began to get in touch with what was really going on: I had reached the limit of my usual creativity and was scared I had nothing else to write.
I’ve been an emotional poet, someone who uses it as a tool when other writing forms don’t work. Never challenged before to output daily, I panicked. If I continued, I would have to stretch.
Second issue? Reading all the other poems on the site – boundless, endless, prolific (you get my drift) and niggling, drifting, squeezing self-doubt entered…I can’t write like that…no one likes my work…why don’t I get any comments…my work’s no good…you can see the spiral.
Here’s what I like about myself – if I see it, I can correct it. So what if I have to stretch? That’s what this is about. And if other people’s work intimidates me, I can do what I tell others – don’t read it. Just do your own work and move forward.
So I am. Am I alone in this? Do you ever hit the wall and what do you do when those negative voices get loud?
Here’s today’s poem; the prompt is “something clean.”
Now I lay me
down to sleep, I pray
the Lord my soul to keep/
As I die/ or if/ or when/ what do I/
Will I drift/
whisper curls of fragrant cedar/
my daughter’s tears/
A blue jay’s cry/mailbox tipped/empty
And who will hold my
fire box/broken latch/
When I am/
Writer’s Digest prompt April 7, 2009