Be Bogart in search of Bacall.
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Bogart & Bacall
Posted byMichael Sean EricksonPosted inUncategorizedTags:#Bacall, #Bogart, #God, #literature, #love, #meditation, #poem, #poetry, #writing
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I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture. View more posts
I feel like that took a dark turn
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I agree. The poem started off as flippant and fun, but as I progressed with the verses they veered into a dark corner. I chose to let those verses go where they naturally would, even if that meant a sudden change in tone midway through the piece. In the past, I wrote a lot of horror novels and short stories. As much as I may write lighter verses nowadays, I cannot shake that sensibility I developed as a child that there is a dark monster lurking beneath the surface of an otherwise pleasant or even beautiful moment. I grew up in a home I firmly believe was haunted and used to see strange and unsettling apparitions at night. There was considerable love in that home, but that did not stop the shadow people from poking into my bedroom or staring down at me bedside now and then.
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Well we find our muse anywhere so if your spirit people are your muse then let them come!
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