Monkeys in my Head

Where do you write? When do you write? For me there is no set pattern, and perhaps that is my problem and the cause of my sporadic attempts at poetry or otherwise. My most recent attempts have been early in the morning. I usually wake up at 4:30, brush my teeth, grab a cup of coffee and sit down to write. I love the quiet still of the morning, and the occasional chirp of the bird outside. My mind is fresh and for the past couple of days I’ve been able to put a few words down. Not many, but it’s a start. As I write this, I’m sitting in Dunn Brother’s Coffee shop. No longer 4:30 in the morning. A different environment. 6:00PM on a Saturday. Small, but active town and a nice new coffee shop. The patrons are few, there’s light music, and the smell of the coffee is pleasing. If I was at home right now I wouldn’t be writing. I’d be wrestling with the kids, or working on some ‘to do’ list around the house. The coffee shop, although it doesn’t provide the quiet still of the morning, it seems to relax me. I can think, and I can write. Despite the people I don’t get distracted. No one talks to me, and I’m left alone. Alone with my laptop and my cup of hot tea. Some herbal blend, Mint something or another. The tea is ok.

So what about the ‘monkeys’ in my head? They made me write the previous paragraph. I wanted to start with the monkeys themselves, but they spewed out that random crap up top. You see the monkeys live inside my head and they are nothing more than the random thoughts which bounce around inside seeking to escape. They seem to drive me crazy if I don’t release them. I can’t be the only one who has these monkeys. Maybe you call them something else. But do you know the feel? A thought, or an idea which won’t rest or give you peace until it’s completed and slain in the real world? Poem. That’s what I’m thinking right now. Not sure where this rabbit trail has gone, but it’s time to find my way out.

Why did she walk in?
Auburn hair back in a braid,
Soft brown eyes sparkling.
Distracted from my writing,
Guess I’ll sit here and daydream.

2 thoughts on “Monkeys in my Head”

  1. I was reading Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way the other day and she advocates “morning pages.” That’s 3 pages every day, spewing all the random thoughts that impede your creativity. You’re to ramble. It doesn’t have to make sense. If you get the random stuff out of the way (like you did in 2 paragraphs) you can focus on the real point of your creative desire, be it a poem/novel/short story/sculpture/canvas/musical composition/etc.

    I don’t seem to need to do this. When I have writing time, I sit and write (though I will procrastinate with social media to avoid writing time!) I think morning pages are a good tool to know about, particularly for people with noisy critics in their heads. Get all that noise out, and then just write. 🙂

    I like your poem. 🙂

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