In December myself and a friend decided to collaborate on a poetry journey together throughout the year of 2019.
Lewis Hart (the friend - yes, I know that name is far too perfect for a poet) began by writing a poem entitled ‘How Big Everything Is’. This title then became the stimulus for me to write a poem under the same name (which you can find underneath the picture gallery below). We then uploaded those two poems into a google drive, and thus...the journey began. Next, inspired by the two poems created, I chose a stimulus to be the title of our next two pieces, and on and on it will go.
We will continue on this journey; choosing a new stimulus and writing a new poem every Sunday, for the next 52 weeks of the year.
In total we hope to create 52 poems each. 104 poems in total. Each poem inspired by the poems that came before it, each linked, and yet equally independent. 104 poems that can stand alone, or next to their brother/sister poem under the same title.
So, for the next year, I will endeavour to upload extracts from each of my poems onto my instagram account, as well as this website. You can view them in the gallery below.
Lewis Hart has decided to keep his poetry for our eyes only, for now.
I share this content simply to share the creative process and the joy it brings. I find writing very cathartic and healing. And, hell, I even find it fun! Yehhhh not like dancing at a festival fun. But fun, all the same. If you like any of my poetry and want hard copies for yourself, then please email me. If you want to repost/share it, then feel free, but please credit me, since it is my work and my creativity. And I own those. Thanks for reading, folks! x
How Big Everything Is.
Consider this. What if it’s true?
That everything we do
That there are more things that make us
than there are that make us
That in order to stay alive
we breathe in oxygen
breathe out carbon dioxide
and that helps other things to survive.
What if my heart can beat in time with yours?
What if there was never tomorrow
or the moment before
The rest ceasing to exist somehow.
What if to be
we first must
learn to trust
What if the Universe really did spontaneously combust
and we really are made of supernova stardust?
What if an all seeing being wanted to create something in their image
and they, God like, made us?
What if we are all spiritual human-beings?
What if Magic and Science are just the same thing?
The Cosmic and The Earthly working in collaboration
to keep us spinning
keeping us grounded and close to divinity.
What if we invested a little less
into the concepts of the complex
and learnt to see the beauty in simplicity?
What if you chose to stay?
What if you spent a little less time worrying about how big everything is
and a little more time knowing that there’s nothing as simple as this: Love.
©️ Imogen H-C, 2018.