By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: The act of writing is magical. I have always been blown away by the fact that we can create characters, scenes, and stories on a page to share with others, to brighten their day or do any number of things. It feels like, as writers, painters, illustrators, etc., we are bringing whole worlds to life.]
Yesterday I crafted a character
A girl woven together by words
She was a sketch done in a quiet moment
Inspired only by a sudden creative urge
that refused to give me peace
Until I allowed it to flow freely
I gave her jade pupils that glittered
Whenever she became excited
And freckles like spilled brown sugar
To cover the tanned cheeks of her face
Then scruffy hair the shade of a desert at dusk
I clothed my character in thick gloves
To keep her hands warm in the cold
Along with sturdy boots and goggles
For extra protection on her travels
As a final touch I gave her wings
That she could draw in tight
Beneath a hooded woolen cloak
As my character twirled about
There on the page before me
I felt an odd sad twang inside
For I had created textual life
With such little effort on my part
Who was this strange character?
This girl born from words?
Was she only my creation
Or perhaps even a daughter?
Where does a character end
And the writer who creates them begin?
But my imagined character just turned to me
With her jade eyes that glittered in eagerness
Before her grand wings spread out wide
My character soared away into the skies
While I sat before the page on my work desk
Tears ready to burst free at the idea
Of her departure to a faraway place
What a wondrous thing we are…
We writers who create fictional life
Wow. Amazing piece. I LOVE this one so much. 💕
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Yay! I’m thrilled it struck such a deep chord with you. ^_^
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It absolutely did.💕
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^_^
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I think most books I read lack character development.
It seems like it remains a bit superficial.
One thing that makes me cringe is when the author writes about the character standing in front of a mirror and starts describing themselves. Especially when they start praising themselves on how beautiful they are.
You, however, did a beautiful job describing the character! 😊
Detailed, yet enough room for our imagination.
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I’m glad. It is sad when characters don’t get the attention they deserve within a story, and it is sometimes difficult to give them that within shorter pieces–so it’s a relief to hear that I did a good job here. ^_^
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That is so wonderfully done! Loved and enjoyed reading this.
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Aww, thank you so much! I’m glad it flowed so well.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Aww, thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on Nellifant's Notions and commented:
Last week, I wrote about the power of words. This poem, on a blog I’ve recently begun following, shows another aspect of the same subject.
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Aww, thank you so much for reblogging my work!
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It’s only the second time I’ve reblogged anything, but I really liked this one and it fitted the theme of my last post.
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Awww, thank you so much! I was flattered that you chose my poem to reblog. ^_^
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