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I took a day off
What happens when you allow yourself the space to do nothing but write aimlessly?
A short and sweet post from me at the start of this week as I have a deadline for an article I’m writing.
Ironically then, it’s about what happens when we don’t have a deadline. What happens is that my playfulness emerges in the form of rhyming couplets.
So here is the poem that wanted to play in response to Nelly Bryce’s prompt on ‘self love’ over at the wonderful community of writers she hosts on Poetry Pals. Check it out if you’d like some gentle support and passionate cheerleading for your writing efforts, however big or small.
A PARTIAL ECLIPSE
I took a day off
To be a poet
To write and rhyme
Then get to show it
I had a bath
I read a book
More importantly
I didn’t cook
I didn’t clean
I didn’t tidy
No one knew
Quite where to find me
I didn’t shop
I didn’t Hoover
I didn’t reboot
The computer
I didn’t answer
‘Where is…?’ questions
And ‘have you got…?’
Was never mentioned
I didn’t check
Mum’s medication
I didn’t do
My meditation
I didn’t rush
To get back home
I didn’t check
Or scroll my phone
I didn’t bow
I didn’t scrape
I didn’t wear
My hero’s cape
I didn’t text
I didn’t call
Didn’t strive to
Give my all
There was no drive
To do it better
All go was gone
From this go getter
It was just a day off
But as I’m here to write a poem
Let’s say it was a partial eclipse
That will impress them
But then the words
Simply don’t scan
And trying hard
Upsets my plan
I took a day off
To be a poet
To write and rhyme
Then get to show it
— Ali Pember
How about you? Do you ever gift yourself the opportunity to do nothing ‘productive’? What happens?
I can say that my urge to ‘tidy up’ and ‘get on’ is lingering below a paper-thin surface. But my childlike curiosity to put some creative marks on that surface wins out sometimes. How might you be more playful today?
I took a day off
What happens when you allow yourself the space to do nothing but write aimlessly?
A short and sweet post from me at the start of this week as I have a deadline for an article I’m writing.
Ironically then, it’s about what happens when we don’t have a deadline. What happens is that my playfulness emerges in the form of rhyming couplets.
So here is the poem that wanted to play in response to Nelly Bryce’s prompt on ‘self love’ over at the wonderful community of writers she hosts on Poetry Pals. Check it out if you’d like some gentle support and passionate cheerleading for your writing efforts, however big or small.
A PARTIAL ECLIPSE
I took a day off
To be a poet
To write and rhyme
Then get to show it
I had a bath
I read a book
More importantly
I didn’t cook
I didn’t clean
I didn’t tidy
No one knew
Quite where to find me
I didn’t shop
I didn’t Hoover
I didn’t reboot
The computer
I didn’t answer
‘Where is…?’ questions
And ‘have you got…?’
Was never mentioned
I didn’t check
Mum’s medication
I didn’t do
My meditation
I didn’t rush
To get back home
I didn’t check
Or scroll my phone
I didn’t bow
I didn’t scrape
I didn’t wear
My hero’s cape
I didn’t text
I didn’t call
Didn’t strive to
Give my all
There was no drive
To do it better
All go was gone
From this go getter
It was just a day off
But as I’m here to write a poem
Let’s say it was a partial eclipse
That will impress them
But then the words
Simply don’t scan
And trying hard
Upsets my plan
I took a day off
To be a poet
To write and rhyme
Then get to show it
— Ali Pember
How about you? Do you ever gift yourself the opportunity to do nothing ‘productive’? What happens?
I can say that my urge to ‘tidy up’ and ‘get on’ is lingering below a paper-thin surface. But my childlike curiosity to put some creative marks on that surface wins out sometimes. How might you be more playful today?