Creative writing has been part of me since I can’t remember when, but definitely early childhood. I love putting my thoughts to pen then paper and marvel at the process, wonder how my thoughts turn into the ink of the written word.
I would go to work with the adventure of a poetry prompt in my head, my trusty cheap notebook and my black pen - the pen had to be black with an extra-fine point. My notebook and pen would be left in the office and as words appeared mysteriously in my mind, I would return as soon as possible to write them down, to savour them. Sometimes, when work would not allow me to return, I would scribble them down on scraps of paper. Once home, I made my words poetry.
But things change, real life changes and gets in the way, and I lost my creativity or lost the inspiration the desire to pursue it. I desperately want to recapture it, and now and again I might find it, but for the most part, it remains elusive…
Snow leaves its blank page,
nature writing in footprints:
look, see, I was here.
Kim at dVerse has us writing of communication through pen, or pencil, and paper. I desperately tried to ignore this prompt, but inspired, I could not fight it. So thanks Kim, your prompt has perhaps began to heal the wound.
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Author: Anneli Salo