Writing poetry has always been cathartic for me. When a hard day hits, I get out my pen and yellow legal pad and just start crafting words to make beautiful, often somber pieces of art.
I write about my physical surroundings, about the people, places, and things that are on my mind. Even if my poems only end up being a line or two, they still always seem to bring me a sense of freedom, as if the concerns I had just moments before were released through the ink of that pen.
How do you clear you mind after a hectic day? Let us know in the comments.
Even if you don’t consider yourself a poet, today I’d like to challenge you to find freedom through your pen as well. You can choose to write any type of poem you want: free verse, a haiku, a sonnet, etc.
The only rule is that you have to write about something that is currently concerning you, whether it is something that is causing you severe anxiety, or something as simple as the fact that you need to pick up your dry cleaning.
Here’s my practice, two of my raw, yellow legal pad poems.
Breath exits lungs
like water down the drain
of air and liquid
warring against each other
The Cruelty of Spring
Spring has unfurled without
thought or patience to
the way we have lived winter