Those who regularly read this blog know that I’ve spent a lot of time not having much to write about. Yet, each night, I’d try to free write for 5 minutes even if the notes just said things like: man it was a long day, I totally have nothing to write about, Do you think anything is good on TV tonight?
I haven’t been waiting for inspiration (if she exists she is very, very fickle) instead I just sit there and play with words and sometimes all that waiting, yet still working, pays off and you do find yourself starting to write something that might be a keeper especially when you do the most important thing I think a writer should do (besides writing): reading.
A few days ago I started a new book of poems that has been on my Goodreads list, sadly, for longer than I’d like to say. Imago by Joseph O Legaspi. From the first poem I was enthralled by Joseph’s voice and I felt that urge to write after reading his Poem for my Navel because I remembered a segment on NPR about scientists who were tracking bacterial colonies in belly-buttons (navels) and my mind started thinking about all the people I know in the Navy as well as my lack of fondness for oranges (navel or otherwise). Not all of these divergent thoughts appear in the poem, but the different denotations and connotations of just that one word (and in general how well Joseph’s poem is put together) made me want to do more than journal; I wanted to draft a poem.
So I did.
Here is maybe the second version of the poem. First typed version. – And for those who don’t know I pretty much start all my writing without linebreaks so I’m not sure this will stay prose-poem like.
And the poem is now gone as I work on revisions-
I will take this poem back down pretty soon, but I’ll try to leave it up for a week so we can chat about it and so maybe you can tell me about works that make you want to write. Isn’t that what started it all? Wanting to connect with the beautiful words that we read?
And if you don’t think that is enough of a prompt. You really should look up the word navel and/or Imago