Writer’s Lift Wednesday #30

This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets, artists and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their authors and creators.

Writing is no easy calling and nothing easy was ever worth doing. Support each other by sharing, liking and commenting.

(1) “She Loves Broken Things,” I f*cking love this poem❤️‍🩹. Just read it below. Thank you.

(2) “Character Building: Writing Subtly Negative Emotions,” a great article from site, Life in the Realm of Fantasy by Connie J. Jasperson. An overall interesting and informative blog.

(3) I remember commenting to C.D. Anders that “Day Old Coffee” was sadly relatable. Still is 😂

Christina Schmidt, MA

1. She Loves Broken Things,” by gentleman.is.quiet via Writing Rhymes

As the moon malevolently beams
My nightmares blossom like roses during springs.
But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations
While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings.
Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations
For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.

read the full piece here

2. Character Building: Writing Subtly Negative Emotions,” by Connie J. Jasperson via Life in the Realm of Fantasy

Most writers find it easy to connect with the “loud” emotions, such as anger and hate. However, negative emotions have nuances the same way that positive emotions do.

Subtle shades of emotion give us a rounded view of a character, making them less of a cardboard-Barbie and more of a real person.

One negative aspect of our human character is a tendency for us to experience an uncharitable emotion known as schadenfreude. We are all familiar with it, as we experience it on a personal level every now and then. Some people take great joy in this, gaining a sense of superiority.

read the full article here

3. Day Old Coffee,” by C.D. Anders via The Unnecessary Blog

Thought long and hard
about the tragedy
of day old coffee,
twofold in its despair:
it was not drunk or savored
on the previous day
and the warmth
did fade away
but then it was warmed again
with no regard to the pathetic
act that
there’s now coffee in the cup,
day old coffee at that,
and unfortunately
it’s the only thing
worth thinking about