desperation crawls under her skin and robs her of worth not one ray of sunshine is left to show her where to go and find the light that night’s bleakest hour hides in that infinite sad while before dawn all she hears are the tacit words that bruise her heart words that break her and leave her nothing but the cruelest spurning of her self and no other choice than to cede her soul to the dark
Tagged: #amwriting, Anselm Kiefer, melancolia, Poem, Sunshine, YA literature
she walks into the sea to cleanse herself from the hurt that flooded her when he called her a whore with handfuls of brine she douses his vernacular, vile and full of harm, erases it from her mind barters the words for the soft-spoken sweetness he used to ensnare her heart and soul she’s not here to clear his conscience she’s not here to lift his guilt let him face the love he crushed with his thoughtless thirst she scours her body with sand and stone struggles to escape the hissing voice that tells her to let his words rip her to shreds and drown in the force of a surf that will steal her life
the cold room paints my feet blue a silent luminescence colors water in the softest greens a bird cries high and sharpens the morning glow wakens my brain i draft new lines the first in a sunday morning spree of words i carry myself back to the organ let waves wash over me darkness covers my characters casts light on my pen illuminates the pictures in my mind i watch the twinkling across the bay the muse drifts by provokes images visions too fevered to write i loose myself in the muse’s arms for a while and when i wake i find myself alone on a path to a predawn nowhere
Tagged: #amwriting, muse, Poem, road, Sunday Morning, Wave Organ
bad guys close in on her they crawl under her skin fill her mind with filth rob her soul of worth not one ray of sunshine is left to show herself how to stand and find the light that is hidden by night’s bleakest hour in that black while before the dawn their vile words tear at her heart break her force her to her knees and leave her with nothing but the cruelest spurning of her self with no choice but to capitulate to the dark
Tagged: #amwriting, 15 beats, Blake Snyder, dark, no sense of self, Poem, Protagonist, Save the Cat
my writer soul splits my life my heart and mind clashing like the sea and the land the fine line in between fractal and ever changing i find myself standing strong in the sand crushed by a big kahuna slipping on wet rock caressed by the fizz of foam the want to stay afloat rips as waves slam me ashore the light wins over the dark the need to find my footing grazes as currents pull me under the dark steals the light i leave my skin behind will the surf to touch my nerves and meld me before i drown
Tagged: #amwriting, kahuna, Maui, ocean, Poem, shore, writing life
While on my way I remind myself of my muse’s mastery replay his voice his words like mist on my skin tender brisk smoothing the serpentine twists of my memory rousing the radical thinking in my mind as he challenges me to live the sober lines and daunting scenes of my novel like a first
Tagged: #amwriting, Mina Witteman, muse, Poem
were you to go beyond the boundaries of your own mind there would be no ties no cords to pull you down there would be no chains to rope in your wishes the numbing beauty of booze-induced amnesia would be uncalled for an excess a waste cross limits in audacious trust unchain the liberating force of your own mind to open new doors let transformational neurophysics happen reshape your molecules into a whirl of dust for your new breath to blow and scatter
Mina Witteman 