The creative process has no reason or rhyme. There is no limitation to what can become inspiration. It can be a sound, smell, texture, colour and often an emotion. How we take hold of that often fleeting spark is very personal.
I know poets and artists who always have a pen or pencil and paper by their side. The former so that they can take notes or begin with a draft of what they want to express, the latter to sketch out an image that has formulated in their head.
I must admit that I tend towards the less traditional form of note taking, the smartphone. Sometimes I will start mumbling away while driving and record my thoughts digitally to be revisited again. Other times I simply use speech to text to take down words that begin to be shaped into lines of coherent thought. I have hundreds of half poems recorded. Some will never develop while other may flourish into a new piece. Their destiny is decided by the mood I am in when the time to write is available.
There are those moments, however, when putting words down just isn’t enough. The poem becomes a package with static or moving images to form a reel. On rare occasions the spoken words turn into words that are being sung. It is not a planned process but simply allowing the mind to work outside the boundaries of text.
Now I do not profess to be a singer, but non-singers sing too. Unfortunately I do not play an instrument so if I do decide to record a sung version they are all “a Cappella”.
The piece in the video is a simple message to those who have purchased my book that was released a week ago. I hope that they have found something in the book that made them laugh, cry or simply contemplate. You may read the poem below or if you are brave, turn up the volume and watch the video.
Pen to Paper
I thought
I thought I had something to say
I dreamt
I dreamt it was the only way
So I put it down on paper
And I sent my heart to you
Hoping you’d read it
And understand me too
Now that it’s done
My heart, it is with you
My heart, it is with you
Steve