I find myself writing a lot of bad poetry these days. I’m doing it on purpose though, so that makes it okay, right?
Several times this month I’ve taken the notebook I write poetry in and settled into my favourite writing spot (sprawled across my bed LOL) and, armed with a prompt (or prompts) and a promise to myself not to stop working until I have something written for each prompt, I’ve gone to work. Unfortunately, at least half of the time inspiration is very slow in coming. In order to resist the temptation to grab my ipod and surf Twitter or break my promise to myself and just give up, I’ve started writing bad poems. How bad? Well, I had a prompt to write a poem involving math and/or numbers and what I wrote was:
Sevren
The seventh born
of a seventh born
was the unlucky kittenWhat’s more, his paws
had extra toes
so that they looked like mittensHis coat was black
as dark as night,
or sin, or hell, or pitchAnd oh how he howled
and hissed and bit
the night we burned the witch.
Would I ever in a million years think of submitting that to a publisher? Um. No. In fact, I wasn’t really sure I wanted to share it on this blog LOL but I wrote it, and it served its purpose. It got words on the page and started my mind working. Right after I finished that poem I started another poem using the same prompt that was far better and once it has had some revisions I will start looking for a home for it. I’m optimistic I’ll place it, and, if it hadn’t been for the first (bad) poem, the good one would likely never have been written.
Do you write bad poetry or do you have another trick you use to help start your creative juices flowing when you’re stuck?
(The pictures are of my kitties. In order they are Eowyn, Absinthe and Indianna)
Actually, several months later, I kinda like this poem. It has a simplistic charm that I find endearing. Today anyway, tomorrow I may despise it again 😉