There's Always Tomorrow: Poetry Prompt Response
Alyssa is an avid reader, writer, and coffee enthusiast. She loves sharing thoughts, ideas, and creative writings with the world.
I've been in a funk for the past week. Creativity haunts me around every corner, slipping back into the shadows as I try to capture it. My normal methods have let me down; No matter how high I crank the music I'm stuck in limbo, my finger slightly hovering over the keyboard of my phone waiting for the synapses to fire in my brain. It's not just creative writing that has me hemmed up. The conversational tone I take on my blog just won't translate to the computer screen. Everything I write sounds wrong and I quickly hit the backspace button after cranking out a few sentences.
After a couple of days of this, I finally called it, choosing to focus on other tasks. I have a pretty good attitude about life in general, and I knew that the words would come again once I stopped trying to force them. This doesn't make the situation any less frustrating, especially when I like to adhere to a schedule. Brenda touched on this in her Week 7 prompt. It was a good reminder for me to knock off my seriousness, let my hair down, and just have a little fun.
I'm pleased to share that the dust cloud has settled and I found some words. While doing the dishes this afternoon, it dawned on me that I should write about this struggle. With a little effort, I was able to come up with a decent response. As you'll see, I broke out of my shell to try something new. With any luck, this streak will continue and I'll be caught up by next week. No promises, though.
I hope you enjoy the poem.
There's Always Tomorrow
Sitting down
with pen in hand,
turn off the world
and travel to a distant land.
Where words flow
creativity shines,
a message appears
that's all mine.
Something deep,
a meaningful strand
Truth and Consequence
in high demand.
What a dream
voicing these thoughts
heard and seen
understood, highly sought.
It used to be easy
to find that magical space,
but now there's rust
covering the place.
Let go.
Don't force.
Just breathe, it'll come
all in due course.
So what shall I do
for the time in-between?
Pursue other passions
and simply wait for the stream.
© 2021 Alyssa
