So, I have discovered Trifecta and now I have a place where I can go that challenges and engages – full of interesting, intelligent people, who may well be asking ‘who let him in?‘ Too late!
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/02/trifecta-week-sixty-four.html
This week’s one-word prompt: Dwell. Ambiguity; that’s the thing I love most about the English language, I love playing with the meaning of words and often leave things wide-open to interpretation; so I’m not sure if my effort fits within the constraints of the challenge rules, if it doesn’t then so be it. I’ve written my response and posted it anyway; your not the boss of me.
I dwell on the past and what the future may bring. Never in the present, always looking away, casting glances over my shoulder at dreams that have already slipped by like summer teenage love or to a future with souls who I will never share time nor thought with. I dwell in dreams. I dwelt in darkness for so long, too long. I dwelt on my thoughts and fears and flesh; the all-consuming company that misery loves. Too long I dwelt there, so no longer will I remain – in darkness – but still I wonder: what of and what will be? Fear follows me from out of the dark, itself afraid to be left there alone, it follows like a faithful dog – as readily as faith can lead, but these days that black dog is quieter, tamer; yet always remains close to heel for without fear and faith – without hope – there can be no past or future, which is where I dwell; never the present. What is the present except tomorrow’s future and yesterday’s past? That is where I dwell – in dreams, with her. Who is she? The greatest dream of all – that’s all.
It’s The Cranberries…
Welcome to the Trifecta club:-)Interesting thoughts on your debut post here-loved the lines-”casting glances over my shoulder at dreams that have already slipped by like summer teenage love”, ” Fear follows me from out of the dark, itself afraid to be left there alone, it follows like a faithful dog ” & “What is the present except tomorrow’s future and yesterday’s past?”.Many of us dwell on such things,at one time or the other-that’s how we human beings are I guess:-)
Thanks – glad they had an effect!
:-)
Good one… You can stay.
Ha! Thanks. I’ll hang around for a bit I think ;)
i love how you likened fear to a black dog afraid to be left alone… definitely enjoyed your choice of words :)
Black Dog was what Churchill used to call his depression. It’s also a song by Led Zeppelin, so that’s kinda a little ‘insider’ joke but glad you liked it.
I like the image of fear being afraid to be alone in the darkness.
I was happy with that one too :)
Agreed; that’s an intriguing idea.
Look forward to being intrigued by your efforts when I finish work and have time to read stuff properly…
“Fear follows me from out of the dark, itself afraid to be left there alone, it follows like a faithful dog” These words are incredible. I was surprised by this imagery. Good job.
Thanks. That’s made my day. I’ve been blogging maybe a couple of months – and had posted excerpts of stuff I’ve written in last years NaNoWriMo & also another project and snippets of fan-fiction. I was thinking about jacking as I’d not had much response. Maybe I’ll hang in there a bit longer! I do appreciate everyone who’s commented especially as your all writers yourselves.
the flow was beautiful (and The Cranberries was an excellent addition) :)
Happy with that. :)
Wonderful imagery. I too like the description of fear being a black dog, maybe cause I have a black dog who is extremely timid.
Welcome to Trifecta, it’s a very supportive community.
Thanks a lot :) – I look forward to getting to know you all and crossing swords – and words…
Welcome to Trifecta! Interesting how the present is avoided, always looking forward or back. This piece got me thinking about it (uh-oh, watch out :)) – the present is the hardest to grasp – we anticipate it and try to capture it, but just like that, it melts like a snowflake in our hands…and becomes another memory.
Yep – we’re on the same page – you got it! Because the present is a fleeting moment, a transient sliver sliced from the ether it’s already past before we’ve grasped it. Each letter I type as I write this reply is cast into the river of time and I get to watch them float away. Looking to the future – dreaming, aspiring and striving for some goal is I suppose the only way to make your present more tailored to your desires and therefore create a more suitable past to look back upon…
You’ve created an exquisite tapestry of words. Your analogies are fantastic. I know the feeling of carrying fear everywhere with you. It’s a draining, and miserable experience. Thanks for sharing this piece!
Thank you for your comment. That’s lovely…
I knew we should have replaced the lock on the door!
lol just kidding, welcome to Trifecta (: This sounds almost like Shakespeare, I like it!
Ha! – But that I were… A pauper’s bard I be…
Nice one!
This is really good!
Thanks. :)
Somehow your new posts don’t come up on my reader. Annoying.
The most recent wasn’t my greatest. My editor advised against it so I took it down. He did advise I look at the bigger picture – it has beautiful potential.
Hmmm ok. Well, I would much rather read everything you write, even if you (or whoever else) think otherwise and then judge you in my head. *evil*
My editor advised that in order to create a good impression I only let you (or whoever else) see the best of me lest I scare the Owl (or other birds) away; he advised me to be more ruthless and selective until such time as my wishes are fulfilled and I am fat and bloated on a lifestyle I hate, paid for with the haggard sheen of African gold. Except that’s not what I want; it’s the admiration of my peers at my chosen craft and a kooky little condo in San Francisco or an apartment in Noo Yoirk or maybe a chalet in Austria and a girl with a real big brain to tell me when I’m being a dick and remind me of the things in life that are precious – which will always be her…
Owls are not that easily scared, especially at night, when they feel like they belong in a specific place.
And yes, whenever that chalet in Austria is available, give those birds a buzz. Im sure they’ll be happy to fly over. And dont be a dick. Ever.
Twit.
Twoo.
the all-consuming company that misery loves – great line. Nice dream-like rendition.
Thanks very much. :)