If you’ve read my previous post you’ll be aware that I’m going through a period of ‘writer’s block’, so I’ve been dabbling with a paintbrush instead.
Another thing I’ve been doing is going through some old notebooks. I have scores (if not hundreds) strewn around the house in various boxes, on bookshelves, in bags and suitcases, cupboards and wardrobes.
I always have a notebook on the go to jot down ideas or do a little sketch in. The problem is, I hardly ever look back on them. I guess the thinking is, that if the idea didn’t present itself at the time, then it was probably a rubbish idea. For the most part, this is true. But, occasionally, a little gem pokes its head to the surface. (And, wasn’t that the point of the notebook in the first place?)
I came across a poem I wrote in 2000. I can see why I didn’t take it any further at the time, but with a bit of jiggery-pokery I think I’ve got something quite nice. (See below the photo.)
So, the moral of the story is:
- Always carry a notebook.
- Don’t leave it 16 years to revisit them.
- Good ideas will present themselves in the end.
By David Milligan-Croft
I inhale your words as you exhale them.
And I place them into separate categories:
Those that I wish to retain,
And those which I do not.
Words such as ‘terminate’ and ‘over’,
I place into the carbon dioxide pile,
To be expelled into the universe
As quickly as possible.
But the words of love and affection
I send directly into my bloodstream,
To feed my heart and my brain,
Keeping my soul sane, for a few moments longer.