Late Lament. Adding pieces to the puzzle.

I'll speak to writer's specifically in a moment, but first a few words to all readers.

I've been a fan of The Moody Blues since the early seventies. Their lyrics carry meaning and an intensity of emotion sometimes foreign in today's music.

The poem Late Lament, written by their drummer, Graeme Edge, was first featured on "Days Of Future Past". The music might be considered dated for today's market, but it is well worth a listen.

I highlight this poem for today's blog for one reason: It is a real and evocative expression of emotions that visit every human. Writers are no exception. In fact, writers might feel the emotion more keenly.

Writers are observers of the world around them; sometimes taking part in what they see, sometimes not. But always, what they see and feel is altered by the processes in their minds. Everything has a backstory.

Over the last three months, I've touched on a range of problem areas for new writers. Over the next few weeks, I'll revisit some of these topics and provide more strategies.

However, for the next two weeks I'll be out of pocket. I'll be posting Click Here To Read sections of "Brettinger" (formerly titled Shadowman) with the hope it might entice those of you who did purchase the original version. I will notify everyone of its future release date. 

 But for now, I leave you with the poem "Late Lament", by Graeme Edge, and a click to read offering from "Brettinger". The offering gives some of the myth background effecting character decisions and events. The myth is a fiction and a creation of my imagination. It is an original work. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. 

I hope you enjoy both. And whatever you do, keep writing.

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?

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