I Am A Writer

I Am A Writer (Post 1 CRW150)

Yes, I can finally acknowledge that I am a writer (mainly a poet, but also a composer of lyrical images put together by strings of words or verses). Do you know I actually read my very first prose poem today and it was enlightening, imaginative, intriguing and exhilarating. To see a poem written in another form, as a paragraph and in a kind of narrative format, was the visual I needed. I can hardly wait to replicate this process in my own writing.

You may not know this about me, but I am a visual person, as well as a tactile individual. I lost my sight a few years ago, for a few months and while it was a learning experience for me personally, I still drew. One of my sons told me my art was actually better when I was blind, to which I found fascinating. I think it may have been either my color choices or my subject matter at the time but not sure which.

Yet to see a poem, in a ‘new’ format (to me) is stimulating. I try to push boundaries all the time with my writing; my poems do not rhyme, I rap in them at times, cuss at certain times, I push words across the page instead of starting [left margin, add several fonts per piece, mix two poems in one…the list goes on. You cannot let your writing grow stagnant, it must grow and change as we do as individuals.

And, I contend my poetry is therapy for my weary soul. It helps eliminate the urinal displeasures from my discontented urethra. And much of it I keep to myself because it simply is not for human consumption. But then there can be Pixie Dust or a rocking chair involved and it may make someone smile, which is a nice feeling.

Contests can and have been won or at the very least honorable mentions have surfaced, but the way you make someone feel is what writing is all about. So, maybe my therapy writing has helped a few along the way as I’ve struggled a bit here and there in my quest for visualizing and feeling my way through the dark.
Because that’s what writers do and I’m a writer.