Daily Create Week 1: Writing & Text
This week in EDCI 337, we explored writing and text as a creative outlet using Daily Create. It was definitely cool finding different prompts to use, as it took away the “pressure” of having to create something solely on your own, especially if it’s a medium you are not particularly comfortable in. I appreciate how many of the Daily Creates give guidance (even brief) to get you started.
Writing and text are something I am quite familiar with, so it was a nice medium to begin the course with. I found myself using poetry more often than not for the Daily Creates, which I quite enjoy already, so it was a nice way of incorporating something new into my life and experimenting without being thrown straight into the deep end. I found that as the week progressed, I got slightly more comfortable creating the works, and they got slightly longer. I would also find myself going back and editing/adding more to each Daily Create as the week carried on.
Sometimes, it was a bit of a struggle to do the Daily Creates, as I either didn’t entirely understand the prompt or would finish writing and read over my work, only to not understand anything I had written. It was definitely a bit frustrating when this happened, especially if I had spent a significant amount of time on the prompt, but as the week progressed, I really allowed myself to slow down and plot out what I wanted to do and be more open about having a rough draft first, rather than just going for it. I think my only “regret” from this week would be not getting out of my comfort zone more and trying to write in different formats rather than just poetry, but that is something I will definitely explore in the future.
National Limerick Day:
Today, I opened up the Daily Create
And I look to see what is to be done
And lo and behold, it seems to be fate,
A limerick?
This will be great!
National Lost Sock Memorial Day:
My socks are worn down to threads,
My toes peek out through the ends.
One sock red, the other blue.
One belongs to me, the other once belonged to you.
A silly trade made for a play on lovestruck teens,
“Matching bracelets? Not cool enough for me.”
We laughed and mocked,
And in the end, we traded socks.
It took three years to wear them down,
The bottoms are now yellow-brown.
We haven’t talked since that night in 2003,
The night that our lovestruck hearts were broken and began to bleed.
Perhaps it was the warm iron that turned the blue socks to a coppery green,
Or perhaps it truly was just the years that carried on
The world spun, the socks aged, and my matching socks (and lover with them) are long, long gone.
First Lines:
Her eyes were a question mark, her mouth a semi colon…
Her eyes were a question mark, her mouth a semi-colon.
She questioned everything she saw,
Yet never asked why.
Maybe it was the fear of the other that held her back.
The fear of being the other or being seen by the other, she couldn’t decide.
She had a thirst for the truth,
Yet when the time to ask came, her throat would run dry.
Her eyes would roam every room she was in,
They would trace the sunlight on the dips of her collarbones.
The way the light seemed to dance across her shoulders, cheeks, and lips.
Her lips, cracked and dry, would never open to speak,
but her eyes spoke a thousand words and asked only one question.
Her eyes were a question mark, her mouth a semi-colon.
Maybe one day, her mouth would have the courage to speak the words her eyes begged her to ask.