Odes

I want to get back into poetry. There, I've said it. I don't consider myself to be a great rhymesmith, but when I occasionally chance upon verses I have written in the past, I look upon them with fondness and a small amount of pride. So I'd like to churn them out more often. It's not something I can force to happen, but actually when I take the time to sit there with pen and pad, or with fingers poised above a keyboard, I find myself coming up with ideas and images that weren't there even a few minutes beforehand. It's a bit like writing this blog - the days when I just start writing and see what comes out tend to be the days where I produce something more worthwhile. If I try to force it or MAKE myself write something, I seem to hit a wall and lose the ability to connect mind with hands. When I relax and just open my mouth (so to speak) the words tend to tumble out and make some sort of sense. So I might set myself a certain time each day, and I might buy myself a nice new notepad specifically for poems, and I might sit in the garden for an hour each night after the boys are in bed and see what I can come up with.
Obviously, this also has to fit in with my recent determination to cycle more, which I also wanted to do in the evenings, but this is why we need to live somewhere where it's still light at midnight, so I can fit all this stuff in.

RC 17-7-25