Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Find Your Verse to Find Your Voice - A Response


I am not normally a one for writing response blog posts, yet here I am doing just that. 

I read a blog post over at Moodscope by author Rachel Kelly: Find Your Verse to Find Your Voice and found my brain shouting YES. I am a big believer in the power of words and creative therapy. In her blog post Kelly says:

"Words are free, have no side-effects and can either free your mind or fill up the spaces that worries want to fill."

Never have I read truer words. I have Pinterest boards full to the brim of words I wish I'd said first. Words that make sense of situations that you, yourself have no words for. Words that manage to unscramble your brain and ultimately words that heal.

It isn't very often that the words I'm looking for come from myself, I wish they did but the fact is that they don't. It's one thing to have a brain that is overflowing with thoughts and worries that can be expelled into free writing but the problem comes when your brain feels like a blank slate, that is when I rely on the words of others to fill in the gaps and sew it all back together.

When my brain is drawing up a blank, the last thing I want is what I term "fanny-abouty poetry". By this I mean poetry that I have to work out, I'm already having a job working out my brain so something to the point is what I need. Simple, but has everything I need.

Below is my verse that gives me voice, the wonderful Wendy Cope.

Some More Light Verse - Wendy Cope

You have to try. You see the shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don’t get drunk.
You take up yoga, walk and swim.
And nothing works. The outlook’s grim.
You don’t know what to do. You cry.
You’re running out of things to try.

You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man.
And nothing works. The outlooks grim.
You go to yoga, cry and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.

Hannah x


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