It has come to my attention that my “prosery” posted on August 4th was flawed, in that my copy/paste into the editor resulted in the first paragraph being eliminated, while the second paragraph was duplicated. Here is Reflecting on Darkness, as I wrote it.
Reflecting on Darkness
Within surrounding darkness, yet awake in the light of a near-yet-distant star, I gaze at a blue marble far beyond my reach. My loneliness tells me that I am the only one who appreciates the beauty it holds. Who else can there be? Is there any face beyond my own that has gazed outward?
And what of that darkness? Should I let it consume me? The light I cast may be a faint reflection, but it is here, always, the only shadows falling beneath the measured steps of men long gone, or cast by the occasional passing of that globe of beauty amid the darkness.
Perhaps that orb gazes towards me, the same questions crossing its mind as it ponders the darkness that surrounds us. Can there be more to this world, or that, than meets the eye?
I dreamt I was the moon.
Prosery is a form devised at dVerse, and the challenge is to write a piece of flash fiction with a 144-word limit. Included in the bit of prose is to be a complete line from a poem. With Prosery #2, the line to be included was “I dreamt I was the moon” from Alice Oswald’s “Full Moon.”
Image source: ©NASA (Earthrise)
Image source: Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo
Out of Darkness
That we come out of the darkness does not
mean there will always be light. We leave
behind the trials that have plagued us
for better days, but challenges come
at the most unexpected of times.
If such be our path, know that
we have the strength to survive,
that darkness does not hold power over us.
The photo for Thursday Photo Prompt: Threshold #writephoto from Sue Vincent’s Daily echo is described as “the view from within a cave on the sea shore, looking out onto a beach.[with] the shadowy entrances of other caves across the bay…”
A darkness exists between the stars,
with depth to bring a chill to any soul.
Yet, within that night lie souls
that would cast their darkness upon us.
That is when we realize they are not so distant.
Back to darkness, in my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Six (each day a new Yeats quote).
“Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven” W.B. Yeats
Image source: NASA/Jet Propulsion Laboratory
sliver of light
and so they march,
seeing those rays of light
striking the mighty oak
all is not darkness
if some see the light
A day of responses for me, this one to Mini Blinds, by Michael at The Poetry Channel.
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End the Darkness
Eyes closed to
the heart of
we are blind to
There is no time
misspent on their cares
To think otherwise
Choose light over dark
After I read Jane Dougherty’s post, Microfiction: Knitting, this poem pretty much wrote itself.
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