Shadows of light, Slivers of Darkness: a writer's tale

A Poem By Micheala // 4/25/2011

The will to write a poem striks in an instant like a flash of lightening outside my window.  One can not just sit down and write poetry for without that light a poem is nothing more than nevermore the cry of a poem tortured. Please enjoy my hastily writen poem!


Shadows of light; Slivers of darkness

Light and dark forever twighned

Such is this of wich I write


Stories and tales; Shadows and stones

Heros and villians; good and evil

Of such is what we write


And yet it seams the soul laid bare

Doth hether come wince we call

trembling with fear or pride; a character is born


From shadows of light or slivers of darkness

A hero or villian springs forth from our mind

fully formed and clothed to suit


but alas this often fails

and they spring half formed on to the page

clothed in the castoffs of a thousand


We try to nurse them

but sometimes they don't survive

and who but a writer knows this?


The pain and sorrow of a characture lost

The eventual death of a character fully formed

but the joy of the leap lives on


On our pages; burned into our memories

an ode for those fallen

an ode for those we have killed


writen in their deaths, with our own hand

the sorrow, the hard sorrow

the passing past it seams to most


but a true writer knows

the joy of the leap

and the sorrow of a charater lost


We deal with the fates of many

and hold the stings in our hand

and yet sometimes


A character is born or dies by his own will

sometimes they refuse

sometimes they refute our words and change our stories for the better


So here's to them

the characters of a writer

those just born and those long dead



I loved, loved, loved this poem, Michaela! Amazing! This one will be getting many, many re-reads. Thank you for writing it, just the way it is. To re-think and re-write it any other way than this would have damaged it.

Mary | Sat, 05/21/2011

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Very true!

Very true!

Kyleigh | Sat, 05/21/2011

Loved it! It is so very true.

Loved it! It is so very true. :) every writers heart is singing it, or at least, they should be. :)
God bless you!

Damaris Ann | Tue, 11/11/2014

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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