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Mood Writing on Emotions for Feelings that Matter
--- Creative Writing on Emotions---
Mood writing is evocative of the great classical writers, the masters of yesteryear. In The Mood Book's pages we absorb their craft via creative prose examples. Emotions are so often hushed in a modern world that speaks of efficiency over wellbeing. Yet in an age when AI can manage tasks with electronic speed, maybe its time to slow down, marinate in our moods and get real about what human beings really are: flawed & fantastic, comical & compassionate. So, get ready for mood writing about moods, why bug out when you can double down for deep impact?
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Written by Angela Abraham in 2024
As veins of light and dark, emotions flowed hither and thither to nourish and educate.
--- Creative Mood Writing on Emotions---
Example One:
My soul rides aboard a paper parasol, eyes wide to the dreaming land. Every vivid hue is where pastel meets neon haze. Into the air I whoop, my lungs singing in anti-thunder boom. Then from my brain comes bubbles of happy rainbow swirl, each of them a snow globe that is to winter quite unknown.
Example Two:
My joy is the bees of May, a-buzz and pollen freckled. My joy is a daisy congregation in happy chatter with the blushed globes of clover. My joy is the velvet ribbons of light that, from docile clouds, thread. Perhaps too, my joy is the world post snow-blizzard, the world of clean page possibilities. Yet my soul, she prefers the warmth you see, the warmth of sunny days. She prefers the kiss of butterflies and the fizz of lemonade. It’s not that I can’t take rough times, nor be a stalwart deepest troubles, but I wasn’t born for the grim gutters of the mind. I wasn’t born to heed the cynics' warbles. No! No! And so as the evening advances, as the street is moon-lit, I will step upon it as a friend of happiness.
Emotions Shake and Quiver in Murkiest Mood, How Dread and Doom Doth Loom!
Example Three:
Melancholy is Winter’s cloak, woven of cold-spun cloud. For it descends as a foggy despondency, lethargic, grim. It smites my heat. It deadens my features. It renders my once bonny lips a doleful frown. I writhe, testing its limits, seeking its boundary as an emotional pioneer. It has an elastic quality, a stickiness too, then it becomes quicksand and salty too. Yet to find the better parts of my heart I must win. Surely as clouds rain themselves out of existence, this sadness will fall one drop at a time. Perhaps. Perhaps. Better to be the beggar of hope than the monarch of morose lament.Â
Example Four:
Tears as autumn’s bounty rain, falling lightly, transitory mirrors to a blushing sunrise. Though their dance with gravity is brief, their briny lament condenses an inner beauty, a beauty born of pain well met, born of graceful soul stance, unbowed, gaze strong. To stand with tears a-flow is a courage the scarless cannot measure, a stoic steadfast humility. Angels emotionally flood you see, because they take the pain of empathy, they hold that rope made of shards as their duty to love, to kith and kin.
