Monthly Archives: June 2016

One Last: The Final Post of the twytte Writing Experiment

The final line, One last look, Before darkness falls. A chorus of indrawn breaths Ushering in the hushed silence Before hands meet Again and again As lights return, And the wall is broken. Slowly, chattering chaos Peters out into brisk efficiency Behind locked doors. Unseen, sans audience, They play their roles And tread the boards: Cleaning and resetting. Finally, they, too,  Make their exits, Leaving the stage, Dimmed to a ghost’s glow But set and primed: Ready for tomorrow and The first look and The first line. Em T. Wytte Poem

The final post. That seems so surreal to write. Actually, it should be “the final post of the experiment.” Today, is the 1 year anniversary of the first post, so today is the day when the writing experiment comes to a close. I have officially posted a bit of new writing every day for a year. Yay! I did it!

Party time!

And how do you kick off the celebration at the end of a writing experiment? Write a poem! I can’t decide if that’s sadly predictable or simply in character. Regardless, I was trying to capture where the blog is now, and somehow it became theatre. I shouldn’t be surprised.

Anyway, thank you to everyone for reading!

I am going to take a wee vacation before I start posting here again (the cleaning and resetting stage, if you will). I expect to start again in July – assuming that I’ve figured out what I want to start again. I need a new experiment! If anyone has any suggestions or requests, I will gladly take them into consideration. At the moment, all I know for sure is that it will be writing-related.

For those of you who want to know how the novels end, so do I! (jk, kind of) Seriously, though, the novels will be continued. They will, however, be removed from the writing experiment rules. I may even give them their own sites so that if you want to read them but not poetry, you have somewhere to go. That’s one of the things I have to figure out. But one way or another, I will finish those, and I hope to get ahead enough that I can post them more consistently.

So wish me luck, thanks again, and stick around! There is definitely more to come.


Exhaustion Strikes

Exhaustion strikes
With the fury of a swordsman
Overwhelming its target
In a rush of blows:
Too swift, subtle, and skilled
To be anticipated or evaded
Despite warning signs
Or the pangs of logic.
By the time suspicion arises,
The strike has already
Been executed:
The candle is split,
The trousers have fallen –
The blade rushes so rapidly
That even the speeding blood
Is too slow to sully
That sliver of silver.
And the resulting darkness
Is faster still.


A Matter of Scale

A colossal task
Grows yet more monumental
As it is approached.


Sparking Fuse

Cycling quagmire:
See bubbling frustrations
And flammable fumes.


The Countdown

For each goal, there
Is an end, a point where we
Verify our success (or not) and
Enter the path to the next


Untitled

Wet, ruffled feathers
Flicker and whirl in the pool:
A disgruntled dance


Memory

People blur:
Words and deeds,
Sights and sounds,
All scrambled –
Mixed together

Expressionist,
Impressionist:
The mind is an artist
Shaping and reshaping
What was (thoughts,
Emotions, actions)
Into an idea,
A feeling:

Not opinion or fact
But somehow
Both


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