Thanks! The Mysteries Of Wivera is a fictional series that all six of us have been working on for almost four years now. It's really complex (when I introduced Thalia to the group it took me six hours to explain the book series lol) but here's a basic summary of book one:
On a land called Wivera, there are 9 so-called 'societies' (or groups). The two most powerful are at war, each of the two having the other Societies as their allies. It is mainly told from the perspective of a lone girl who does not belong to any Society, and happens to stumble upon the territory of Night Society. They generously take her in. She learns the ways of her new Society and finds friends, but she can't let go of her past. Will she learn to let go, or will the gaping wounds of her past experiences bleed forever?
Unfortunately, I cannot explain the ending of book one because it has dark themes and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with the content, so I left it on a cliffhanger.
This is impossibly enchanting, so like the setting of a bizarre dream -- not just in color and light, but in subject. Through the illusion of the glass, the curves and sharp edges of this building, especially in the top right corner, have become so tessellated and vaguely Escher-like that my eyes can't quite make sense of it all.
A thousand poets could describe a thunderstorm and each write something thoroughly unique, and uniquely beautiful. I never tire of coming upon a writer's passage depicting a storm in great detail, this one included. That violent weather inspires the word "peaceful" for you brings me a smile; I often feel the same.
Reading those first lines, of that metaphorical digging of a hole to step backward in time, felt like the most plaintive moan: what a digging (you could say) image to begin a poem with. I think we all feel this way about the more carefree days of our youth sometimes, and more often than we'd like to admit. Those deep longings don't exactly leave us as we age, but they do grow softer as our memories soften. The one good thing about nostalgia (if nothing else, anyway) is that it gives us poetry like this.
Eek! I let myself get a little caught up in the headiness and fervor of this piece, I'm also trembling with excitement for summer now. I could almost hear those birds, smell those lilacs! That steady old English-teacher lesson of show, don't tell has clearly rubbed off on your writing in the best way, don't lose that!
I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your friendships, each in its own way, but happy you found your people -- especially people you can grow creatively with! You revealed nothing about it but I admit I'm intrigued by the sound of The Mysteries of Wivera, just from the title alone. I want to know more! Is it a collection of short stories, a fantasy novel? I hope you can post a preview for us sometime!
Thanks!
I love the perspective you took this with!
Thanks! The Mysteries Of Wivera is a fictional series that all six of us have been working on for almost four years now. It's really complex (when I introduced Thalia to the group it took me six hours to explain the book series lol) but here's a basic summary of book one:
On a land called Wivera, there are 9 so-called 'societies' (or groups). The two most powerful are at war, each of the two having the other Societies as their allies. It is mainly told from the perspective of a lone girl who does not belong to any Society, and happens to stumble upon the territory of Night Society. They generously take her in. She learns the ways of her new Society and finds friends, but she can't let go of her past. Will she learn to let go, or will the gaping wounds of her past experiences bleed forever?
Unfortunately, I cannot explain the ending of book one because it has dark themes and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with the content, so I left it on a cliffhanger.
This is impossibly enchanting, so like the setting of a bizarre dream -- not just in color and light, but in subject. Through the illusion of the glass, the curves and sharp edges of this building, especially in the top right corner, have become so tessellated and vaguely Escher-like that my eyes can't quite make sense of it all.
A thousand poets could describe a thunderstorm and each write something thoroughly unique, and uniquely beautiful. I never tire of coming upon a writer's passage depicting a storm in great detail, this one included. That violent weather inspires the word "peaceful" for you brings me a smile; I often feel the same.
Reading those first lines, of that metaphorical digging of a hole to step backward in time, felt like the most plaintive moan: what a digging (you could say) image to begin a poem with. I think we all feel this way about the more carefree days of our youth sometimes, and more often than we'd like to admit. Those deep longings don't exactly leave us as we age, but they do grow softer as our memories soften. The one good thing about nostalgia (if nothing else, anyway) is that it gives us poetry like this.
Eek! I let myself get a little caught up in the headiness and fervor of this piece, I'm also trembling with excitement for summer now. I could almost hear those birds, smell those lilacs! That steady old English-teacher lesson of show, don't tell has clearly rubbed off on your writing in the best way, don't lose that!
I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your friendships, each in its own way, but happy you found your people -- especially people you can grow creatively with! You revealed nothing about it but I admit I'm intrigued by the sound of The Mysteries of Wivera, just from the title alone. I want to know more! Is it a collection of short stories, a fantasy novel? I hope you can post a preview for us sometime!
I really like this poem, and I can totally relate! I don't like summer either, but I always end up longing for it.
Thank you