Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
This week I managed to pen out four poems instead of three. New record!
Each of the four poems that I wrote, have this symbolic connection to paint. A beautiful connection. It is this bridge that allows people to cross from the present into the past. It lets them see a time they may not have lived through. It can bring them a glimpse of the past, where their ancestors stayed in time.
This bridge it can reflect the sides of pop culture, by showing what was big during certain eras. It shows the ever changing style of the past and compares it to the present. Paint tells a story. Look at a painted wall and it can tell you a story you never would have knew.
My poems this week are: Taste of Life, Feral Time, Canvas Face, On the Wall.
Taste of Life, is a poem to describe life as a hopeless pit. It uses paint as a symbol for the leaving of one’s happiness due to failure, and how fast it can happen. The poem resolves by offering the hope of reaching happiness.
Feral Time, is probably my favorite. In the poem is the reference to popular culture, and to the changing of times. It sort of entails the aging of a person and how paint served as the symbol for time. Paint became the indicator when things changed and the drastic point to which they did.
Canvas Face, is a poem about makeup. Ladies rejoice, here ya go. Doing makeup is the painting of the face. The face is art, and foundation is the lucky paint.
On the Wall, is a story that could tell itself. In this poem story, the paint becomes a villain.
Posted on September 22, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Paint is often over looked. There’s a lot of symbolism that it holds. Often times it is over looked for the simple fact that it is in all of our lives in some way. It’s inanimate. It’s just paint. But is it really? When you throw paint into words as a symbol, things really begin to get interesting.
Think of it no more than it is. Paint, a lacquer that comes in all colors and many different consistencies. It is meant to cover something a wall, a canvas, someone’s face, clothing, any number of things. Most importantly it is meant to make something new out of something that has already been there.
Painting is doing makeup every morning. The face, it becomes something new. An alter person.
Plowing a field, turning the grass brown and spreading it smooth. It is an earth painting.
Paint is simply a new beginning.
Add personification to that and the tales of where paint runs, are endless to the imagination.
Posted on September 22, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
This week has been busy. Exceptionally busy. Busy enough that I shouldn’t be sitting at the computer writing this right now but oh well.
Honestly if I wasn’t busy I don’t think I would be able to survive. It’s how I’m wired. Anyway, because of this weeks schedule I felt the need to take some much needed winding down time.
I did that by using my theme exercise with this week’s chosen topic of paint. I wrote two poems. If it wasn’t the most relaxing thing I’ve ever done I don’t know what was. The words they came so quick, it was like I was painting a picture.
It’s amazing how poetry, or just writing in general can make one feel so alive.
Times like these are why I do what I do. There is no other experience like it.
Posted on September 20, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
It was a tough decision trying to decide what theme to pick this week.
Ultimately I gave up on the hope of thinking of something.
Later it involved glancing at a garage of peeling paint and exclaiming to the neighborhood birds “I got it! I got it!”
Odd is good, as paint is good and odd.
Posted on September 18, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Secrets Secrets,
So many lies.
Where they will put you,
down down
under
Posted on September 18, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Posted on September 18, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
This poem is called Whisper Killings. I published this in a previous post, but I love this poem. I wrote this to directly cull what I see in a whispers theme.
Note: Also if you look at the poem sideways it looks like a sound wave sort of. This is a creative way of providing a deeper meaning to the poem. Think of the poem like a whisper, the levels highest are where it peaks your interest. The lowest means you probably should run for your life.
Chirp! Chirp!
Come nothingness.
Bloody Cries,
Dry Cut.
Stiff trails,
Edging the wind.
Sins,
Spilt from the mind,
Doused in fruitless routine.
Trees,
Giants in frequent darkness.
A forest scene,
In typical reprise.
Day becomes night,
Figures become shadows.
Shadows whisper,
Until shadows scream.
At dawn a body,
Is subjected to whispers.
Everyone knows.
And now they don’t.
Posted on September 18, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Part of this theme exercise is to explore themes that I am unfamiliar with. I have to dissect them and formulate an opinion, out of that opinion will come small chops of creative work.
My ultimate goal is to provide myself a better understanding of themes I wouldn’t give much time to.
In Whispers Part 1, I tore apart what I believe whispers to be and created an unwritten opinion. That opinion is that whispers, no matter what the situation or place setting emulate strong emotion. Most of the time it’s the wrong kind of emotion.
When I think of whispers I always jump to a dark, unsettling place. From my own perspective of it, I created three poems: Whisper Killings, Grave Gossip, Secrets for Life.
Each of these poems presents a setting. What happens when someone does something they shouldn’t have? In the end what will your secrets, all your lies, what will they get you?
I wrote these poems to help me understand the dark underlying theme that whispers creates. I didn’t have to use a dark theme, but that’s how I chose to formulate it. In that dark theme I was able to pull out three more themes that I felt tied in closely: gossip, lies, secrets.
Posted on September 17, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Since I’m investigating theme I think it’s important before I do anything else to figure out where I stand on whispers.
I watched way too many horror movies growing up. It’s safe to say whispers rarely lead to happy places in the movie perspective.
Now when I take a look at whispers as a whole I picture someone cupping their hand over another’s ear to whisper a secret to them.
When I read about whispers I always see that dark forest scene. Someone running through the woods, scary whisper sounds resonating around every corner.
Whispers seem always to take this form of personification. Whispers come as a sense. They are a sound that comes from between someone’s lips. When these whispers are projected at someone to scare them, it feels as if they are are reaching out or coming after. We can infer that there is a person or thing behind them, but the sounds themself take an entire form of being.
There is this madness behind it. What drives the force behind the sound?
Any thoughts on Whispers?
Posted on September 16, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
I am not one to explore theme. When structuring a novel I stick to one genre and include multiple underlying themes. With a motif or two. I stick in my little bubble.
Lately I’ve been getting this writerly itch. Maybe it’s my time to explore outside the realms of this reclusive writer personality. Write a little stranger. Push boundaries and see where I can go with it.
I asked my lovely writer’s group what they thought about this. They all confided with similar responses. “Being a writer is all about pushing your limits, exploring new things, new ideas.”
So I’m embarking on this weird journey. Exploring not genres, but themes. Another thing I am trying is poetry.
I’ve been on the poetry wagon for about seven months now. It’s entirely outside my realm, but it’s kind of fun.
So in order to understand different ideas, and broaden my thinking. I am trying something different. Each week is listed with a theme. This week’s theme is whispers.
From Southern Indiana comes Author, Brooke Myers. Myers is a novelist who writes within the horror and mystery and suspense genres. Though do not expect her to stay only within those genres. Find her on Facebook @brookemyersauthor to follow along on her journey as she navigates writing, finding time to enjoy life, and being a dog mom.