I made a few goals this year designed to help me be more creative. And I have to say, I’m failing miserably. I just spent about an hour trying to make a quotation look all pretty, and after producing designs that made Emily Dickinson look bad, I gave up.
I also haven’t managed to produce any new writing, so here’s an old poem I wrote about the subject instead.
Writing That Sparkles
I want my writing to sparkle
and to leap off of the page.
It would somersault and breakdance
till my reader was engaged.
Words would visit the thesaurus
and then right before my eyes,
they’d find their super synonym
To alliteration’s beatbox,
syllables would bop about,
and, while each phrase jigged into place,
punctuation would clap it out.
Whether stressed or laid-back
words would work out to the beat,
and waltzing pairs of contrasts
would soon form their own conceit.
Different images collide
and find they can compare,
so similes and metaphors
soon glitter in the air.
Sentences would join together
in a lively conga line,
then, by themselves, form perfect little
groups of eight or nine.
My thoughts would throw a ceilidh,
reeling round my reader’s head,
then they’d zoom straight in their ears
and become their thoughts instead.
But some are only meant for me
and when back on Earth again,
my thoughts remain inside my brain
and I haven’t moved my pen.
I wish my writing sparkled,
I wish I didn’t have to think,
I wish the words would do it all themselves
and express my thoughts in ink!