Portrait of a Lost Love

I wrote this piece to the tune of “Portrait” by Lucia Micarelli. The words came to me inspired by all the emotions I feel whenever I listen to the song. In it’s melody I hear love and loss, grieving, hope, strength and growth. And the birth of something beautiful after something so sad. I love music that drowns me in such insanely strong emotions. The reason why it will always be one of my all time favorites. I hope you can enjoy it as much as I do, finding beauty in the not so pretty things in life.

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She closed her eyes as flowers bloomed matching her hearts sorrow.

Shades of love contended with the grays of loss.

She walked the path of a road she would never walk again, he was gone.

The cold dirt beneath her bare feet reminding her of things that once were and never would be again.

She gave them wings and as they wept they sprouted with courage.

Dancing in harmony, more flowers bloomed for her. Their petals vivid.

She gave these blooms life. Gave them her soul. For it was broken, but grand.

There was beauty in this death, for strength was so beautiful.

The clouds rolled in and began to cry for her lost love, shedding the tears her eyes didn’t have room for.

They fed the memories held deep within this earth, making sure their memories would never die.

They sang a lullaby for the heart of a child to be. The flower of their love would one day realize he’ll be shinning down on her, till the end of time.

She found the tree, the wisest of all and together they danced with the wind.

The wind carried her soul to him.

They danced with joy, for her womb gave her strength.

Danced until she grew tired of joy and began to cry again.

But she felt the wounds of loss heal, at tear at a time. She would be okay. She carried a piece of him in her. Forevermore.

The Days I Hate Most – The Origin of When Characters Meet

It is natural to let the familiar be of comfort. But what about the mind of a writer? When characters and their worlds have been predigested but there is no moving on to its refinement for perfection, how do you cope? These are the days I hate most. When my mind will not go beyond the familiar and it decides to take the day off. Ideas and stories come by the dozens, yet I lack words and their formation.

As if my quarrels with my own mind aren’t enough characters from different times, different worlds decide to keep me up at all hours of the night, with nothing to offer but simply embracing the fact that they’ve been thought up. These are the nights I hate the most. When I am eager to help them grow and form into what they are meant to be, but they continue to sit there growing stale, causing pain in my head. How to you freshen them up again?

As I sit here and type this a thought comes to mind. Has the idea of making characters from your different worlds (stories) “meet” ever occurred to you? What this might offer? A new story maybe? Or even the birth of new characters? It’s a world of endless possibilities if you put this idea to work.

So if (more like when) you’ve got one of those days, give it a try. I’d love to read the outcome! =)