Today I just felt like creating something. To play. To explore imagery and text.
To jack around on Canva.
So, I decided to desgin poems, writing them as I designed the page around them or vice versa. It was fun and got some ideas flowing.
In the utmost of tropes, they're poems about creating and writing (so original I know), but the point was to explore and have some fun, and for poems about writing they're better than they could have been.
NaPoWriMo Poem 5: "Sometimes"
For this poem, I tried to apply images in the background that represented different concepts from each line of the poem. Some are more abstract while others are a bit on the nose, but I wanted them to blend together a bit while each being distinctly their own thing. It was the first one I wrote, so the design came after the fact. It looks pretty much like something you'd see created on canva I think. But, like I said, I just wanted to PLAY. And this poem let me do that, sorting through all the fun little graphics and making everythign a shade of my favorite color. That said, I really like the final two lines.
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| Sometimes words flow through my fingers Sometimes colors expode inside my head Sometimes the world is crushed inside me Sometimes I'm crushed inside the world Sometimes the only release is this Something playful, something pretty Something feeling, something lonely Something bouncy, something still Sometimes I don't know what's inside of me until its out here in the air where we can see it, breathe it feel it beating This something there I didn't make but simply let escape |
NaPoWriMo 6 "Flow State"
So, the first two lines of this poem were actually originally the first few lines of the last poem, but once I got on the "sometimes" kick they didn't fit any more, but I still liked them, so I used them to inspire my canvas for the next poem. I made my canvas with 3 different photos of ink spills, playing with the filters until I had the color how I wanted, and then setting them to different levels of transparency and overlaying them. This poem, as is usual when I do multiple poems, I feel is a bit better than the last. It's a single sentence and has some more concrete imagery going for it, making the actual conversation of creating more metaphorical, I guess.
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| I want to press imagination to paper watch it bleed over the edges sink into the meditation of creating life line by line letting reality blur and smudge beneath my fingers until I awake with dirty fingernails and inhale the world anew. |
NaPoWriMo 7: "Writing"
Oooo what a creative title, lol. Well, given the weird way the poem itself is written, having a clear, plain title seemed necessary. I wanted to do this last one based on an image I found in Canva. I was hoping to find, like, a girl standing alone, or something poetic; instead I found this picture of a pen and puzzled over if they were trying to make the ink look like blood when it still clearly looked like ink, since it was on a cloth. And then I got to wondering if I could make the typed text look as if it was actually written, at least to some degree, on the cloth pictured. Poem wise, the blood imagery stayed with me, and with a few effects, I think I did a pretty good job making the text look like it's somewhat on the cloth, "good" at least for playing around on canva for bit on a Friday night. Anyway, I liked this idea of just a viseral representation of the staying "Writing is easy, you just sit down at a typewriter, open a vein and bleed." Which, by the by, is apparantly attributed to a sports writer Hemmingway liked, and not a Hemmingway original. But I digress. Here's the poem.
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| prick by prick drip by drop by drip tip by tap by tip it pours from pores beat by beat by beat breath by breath -- and breathe pump and push and pump emptying the veins |
It's good to remember to play. That's part of what NaPoWriMo is all about. I have a ton of work waiting for me back in reality, and a household to run on my own (out of towns spouse) with two hyper boys and a dog who needs diabetic care. A stack of stories waiting for revision and submission to the proper homes. Laundry.
Not everything has to be so serious.
We deserve to let go for an hour or two. Get our hands dirty. Make something that makes us happy in the moment, and pin it to our fridge.
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