Accustomed to the darkness .....by Nova
Accustomed to the Darkness
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #81
Another take on light and darkness …… by Jade Li
Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says:
It is time to peep into your creative processes once again. Welcome to Week 81!
PROMPT
FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS
There is no restriction on the length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments.
I eagerly await your responses.
Our beginnings are the womb, in warm protected darkness. I wonder if there is a glow that can be seen in the womb, of the light of the outside that goes on about its business until we arrive?
Once we arrive, it is light, illuminating us and our world. Depending on where we are, it could be harsh, surgical lights or the ambient light of a birthing room. Our eyes are closed at first, but after a day or two, they…
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The Hustler
The Hustler ……. by Len
by Reena Saxena. The challenge is to end the blog with these words from Emily Dickinson ” We grow accustomed to the dark”. This is my fictional contribution. Thanks for the mind prompt Reena.
Joe thought in binary terms. His mind a whirl of dots and dashes signalling certainty in all his actions. You are either right or wrong, with me or against me, winners and losers, light and darkness. As Joe stood on the bridge looking down upon the murky depths of the waters swirling beneath, he was thinking, life or death.
Dark clouds were looming on the horizon, swirling in his direction. He stared in defiance embracing the coming darkness, his body electrified with the anticipated intensity of the storm. It suited his mood and the state of his soul. For Joe was a trojan horse offering himself as a charming gift to…
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A traveller’s tale
A traveller’s tale ….. by Roopali S. Banerjee
There was once a traveller
Though young but sad
Some questions from life
Somehow he had….
As dusk drew in he lost his way
And losing his sight he went astray
Cursing the dark with the onset of fright
If there was something to do he thought he might
But darkness had taken his vision away
And had left him alone with deep dismay…..
As aimlessly he walked hither and tither
An old man he found carrying a pitcher
He was heading to the river that ran not far
The young man was wrong to think that help lay afar…..
To the river they went conversing all way
The young man spoke out his cause of dismay
On reaching the river the old man asked him
What do you see in the water?
A thought crossed him….
I see reflection of the moon
The young man replied
That’s the beauty…
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कर लिया समझौता मैंने
English translation in Comments section
नहीं मयस्सर थे फ़क़त मुझे ही गुल
काँटों से ही सजा लिया गुलिस्तां मैंने
कहाँ फुरसत उसे पढ़े वो आशार मेरे
जिस से लिखे थे अफ़साने वाबस्ता मैंने
मुड़ कर देखा ही नहीं उस ज़ालिम ने
देर तलक ताका था उसका रास्ता मैंने
शायद अब भी हो सूरत-ए-विसाल कोई
सुनी हैं इश्क़ की ख़ुशनुमा दास्ताँ मैंने
कब तक करूँ सुबह का इंतज़ार अमित
अंधेरो से ही कर लिया समझौता मैंने
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 81
Blazing pen
He has experienced gut-wrenching hunger in his early years. Later, he found that fighting hunger is easier than fighting evil which suppresses independent thought. He is a writer who dares to present things in a different manner, and superimposes his vision on existing or non-existent objects. The vision may contradict known logic. The fire in … Continue reading Blazing pen
The Nutty Writer
I wrote fables but believed in my fantasies it all came alive in nuts we cannot crack, but they rule the political sky https://lindaghill.com/2019/04/05/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-6-19/
Little Star
Soaring high In the sky Little star Envies the moon Not feeling Confident….. Eerily quiet
Cloud
The full moon peeped through partial clouds. It is her day, and the clouds are bent upon taking away the glory. A lovelorn poet looks at the sky, and writes about the beauty of his lover behind a veil. Whom will you designate as the central character of this piece – the lover, lover’s beauty … Continue reading Cloud
Violet’s sisters
Violet’s Sisters …. by MBrazfieldM
as the cars go by
we sit on the corners
of the public walkways
under tattered canopies
that used to be hanging gardens
and fields of golden straw
our chiffon gowns encrusted with
rubies
are dwindled to greasy rags
crystal chandeliers and exquisite
ballrooms
transformed to milk crates and
cardboard boxes
dignity and the strength of spirit
stand tall while
we grow accustomed to darkness
