Running With Words
Imagine them as birds. Wings and all. A beautiful flock of song
Hi friends!
I landed on a writing practice I’d love to share with you. It isn’t necessarily new, but one that currently speaks to me.
But first,
a visual.
Notice your mind, as full of words as it is. You can see them, running and swimming for your attention. Layering themselves over one another to get in front. Imagine them as birds. Wings and all. A beautiful flock of song. As you drop into your body, reach for one. Run after it. Just one word, and write it down. Let the next one follow effortlessly on the page writing one word per line. Like this:
A
rolling
tide
that
…
Allowing the sentence to be fluid instead of pre-planned before you write it. Chasing the birds and writing down whichever ones feather your hand. Maybe it’s more like reaching up. Maybe your feet are firmly planted and you reach into the dance of letters and vowels for the one can’t stop staring at.
I’m enjoying the ease of a one or two sentence poem.
My emotions are swirling very fast lately, that a full fledge paragraph of a poem feels overwhelming. Writing one line, in a downward pour on the page feels like I’m saying enough with little. Each word is able to take up the space it’s mean to without any other words crowding it’s right or left. It can stretch out its arms. It lets the next word be it’s own, connected only in heart.
Lastly, I’ve titled each poem based on where I was, what I was doing, or what sparked the thought. Allowing that experience to be an art in itself.
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Sending all of my love to you and where you are and with however many birds you are chasing in that beautiful mind of yours.
If called to share, leave your poem in the comments below.
Nicole
A rolling tide that stumbles, undulating breath like loose letters in the water. :: My Body ::