Picture It and Write from ermiliablog@wordpress
Write a paragraph of fiction to accompany the image.
Or, it can be a poem
Anyone who wants to join in is welcome.
The picture prompt for this week is below:
Evanescence
What light from that horizon breaks away?
It is the east, and promise is the sun.
Arise, sweet promise, lighting all the earth,
Which sleeps, whose dark sheets keep the will at bay.
Uncover her with hope this very day.
Randy Mazie
With apologies to Will and Romeo and sweet J.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
William Shakespeare
(Ha! Me and William Shakespeare on the same page?
Now I really be trippin’, mon!)
The Writer's Village 
A promising light is in my dreams
The powerful glow is the moon above
What is that light, that beckons me
I am intrigued, what can it be?
A sign of hope for eternal love…
wonderful….
you go Gemini! I am now following your blogs.
Please post this on Picture It and Write
Randy
Thank you so much..I really did dream about a light the other night and was thinking of an idea for a poem. I was led to the sight by a mutual follower and was inspired by the image and the challenge!
excuse my spelling mistake ..site!
…..Through the darkness I travelled
Many troubles found me
Is this the promise I dreamt about
The light at the end of the tunnel
There to set me free
Even better than the first…
thank you for posting/sharing these. Please come back.
I’ve liked what you’ve written; soft, subtle, gentle, sensitive, rhythmic.
Randy
I will come back..I love your blog.
Gem 🙂
like you poem — you are a very good poet. I have to admit that that picture reminds me of a bottom with a big zit.
what light, what does the doctor say,
must I be standing all the day
broken heart admit I cannot dance
until fine surgeon this wound does lance….
I am still laughing… that was great.
Was that dedicated to Lance Armstrong?
Oh what bottom pricks they lance…
wait, that did not come out right.
I hope the poem wasn’t part of “writing what you know?”
Randy
actually the prick part has often been used to describe Lance. But I am grateful for his Livestrong foundation, which just goes to show to understand anything is always harder than we think.
“…which just goes to show to understand anything is always harder than we think.”
Help me understand this? Are you saying that the good he has done with the Livestrong foundation offsets the his use of drugs, the damage he has done to the sport, and to the sporting industry?
It just means nothing is ever black and white. It’s one of my favorite things to touch on in a story, how we villainize someone or something, but then something good comes of it. A simple example being a terrible marriage from which I was born. 🙂
We all are yin/yang, good/bad, strengths/shortcomings, giving/selfish, and so on.
But on balance “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.”
The degree of evil, criminality, deceit, and immorality is, in my opinion, in direct contrast and inverse proportion to those qualities that I used in my opening sentence, far overshadowing their “good” or “better” opposite qualities.
Your birth and ultimate goodness may have come out of your parents’ terrible marriage but you will stand on your own merits, not on theirs, as Livestrong will also stand on its merits not Lance’s.
Writing is interesting because we all write of conflict, and its’ ultimate outcome(s). Even my humorous pieces reflect that in some manner.
Randy
Haha, Bill! Maybe you should contribute on Ermilia (link through my name) and share your great perspective on the photograph. 😀
– Ermisenda
Thank you, Ermilia, that I think I, Will (who you so kindly do refer as Bill),
shall enter these small words, think not me ill.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
Bill S.
Do you write prose, Bill? Inquiring minds want to know.
Have you not, woman, read my blog and plays?
Pray, get thee to a
nunnerylibrary today.That question you will be retracting back.
My humor supplements, of course, Prozac.
A great poem on your behalf. I seem to note that you have a thing for Shakespeare!
– Ermisenda
I am influenced and
repressed, er, impressed by his sonnets.Iambic writing is the way I think
and coupled with pentameters – I wink 😉
Will would have been pleased, I’m sure…. 😉
how very nice of you to comment like that, m’lady.
Thank you. Randy
I’ve read Shakespeare’s line a hundred times since middle school now, and every single time I read the words “but soft” and I’m just like… huh? Serious mood killer, bard dude! So thanks for axing that, Randy!
“…whose dark sheets keep the will at bay.” Just an awesome line!
thanks, sof’ly.
A Haiku:
With a sudden pulse
Flash of stellar, nuclear, fire
Illumination
ooh. Nice. Chilling. Sad.
Post that one on picture it and write, if you haven’t done so already.
Randy
In The Beginning: A One-Act Play
Time: Creation, Day 1
Place: Heaven, looking down at planet Earth
Cast: God and One Inquisitive Angel
Conversation:
Angel to God: “What are you doing, God?”
God: “I’m lighting my planet Earth.”
Angel: “Why does it need light?”
God: “Because I am creating a brand new species — MAN — and I want him to live there.”
Angel: “A NEW species? What are you going to do with him?”
God: “Love him.”
Angel: “What will he do for you?”
God: “Give me pleasure.”
Angel: “Will he give you pleasure that is different from what the rest of your creation gives you?”
God: “Oh, yes. He will be a speaking spirit just like me, who will be able to choose by his own free will to love me and communicate with me constantly.”
Angel: “Have you thought that he could use his free will to choose NOT to love you? He could end up giving you a lot of trouble.”
God: “Oh, yes, he will give me a A LOT of trouble. … But to me he is worth it!”
Very nice. Well written. I like it.
Post it on Picture It and Write
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2012/10/21/__picture-it-write-42/
Randy
I like this very much..
I’m glad.
Writing is an expression of myself but expressions are parts of conversations.
I always enjoy when someone converses back with me.
Randy
Please let me know if you’re looking for a article author for your site.
You have some really good posts and I believe
I would be a good asset. If you ever want to take
some of the load off, I’d love to write some material for your blog in exchange for a link
back to mine. Please send me an e-mail if interested.
Many thanks!