This idea comes from Mari Messer's book Pencil Dancing: New Ways to Free Your Creative Spirit. Here's Mari on The Two-Line Journal:
This is my favourite. I've been keeping one for over seven years [...] While it takes just a few minutes to write your thought, you search all day long for that one thing that deserves saving in your journal. It keeps your creative antennae tuned [...] You can use the two-line journal to hold:
· brilliant ideas you'd otherwise forget
· short quotes and observations
· thumbnail sketches
· happenings of the day
· a short rhyme [...]
· a crisp descriptive phrase or two
[...] Knowing you'll need a line or two at the end of the day makes you more observant. Limited space makes you more succinct.*
This project has been a lot of fun. Very simple. Here's my month of May, two lines at a time:
I travel back to shiny times and wish upon the stars there,
pick up the path, and from the heart, I ask the stars: Where?
Centre, better. Sea, re-see.
Arms reach up, break the surface of the day
How strange it is to move between two worlds
I called up Love today.
And love made all the difference.
Each day a journey to the end that is the start
Without within begins.
Concrete. Walk among daisies.
Coming home to yoga
Sleep sleep sleep
Bitter ginger on the tongue
Overheard: And I shall say to Mary, ‘Why dunt she talk t’us?’
The power of Creation is in the act of creating.
Sellotape, Sellotape, Sellotape,
Are these really my last words?
Cakes for mistake
After, empty case, all I have is my word.
Dealing out smiles
And we all play Snap!
Mermaid tale: tin foil scales
siren singing to chip-fingers
Cough cough cardigan time,
Throat is more honest than mouth.
Bathtime reminds: embryonic state
global yolk: universal union
Green Bug, Eight Legs,
so small with much to do.
Thank you for taking time to come and visit me.
Candles throw shadows
but I would ride my Story Horse
The Dance of Drowsy Woozyness,
Loose-limbed we spin and flop.
Spellingis thair to be plaid wiθ
Hard to encapsulate.
Grateful: I am not comatose and
I can feel my toes.
All bedecked, a ribboned room
alive with what will come.
Light plays on the ceiling,
inviting imagination to join in.
I forgot last night, but it remembered
to turn into today
Silliness is best shared
The metaphorical overflows into simile like wine at a wedding
Eye of pine
we squirrel away
Dolphin Boy – the human spirit:
This time, next month, yesterday.
*Messer, Mari, pp. 29-30, Pencil Dancing: New Ways to Free Your Creative Spirit, Walking Stick Press: 2001.