Nine months of incubation –
dark, watery womb of life –
emerge to blinding brightness,
learn to covet the light –
yet our soul struggles, defies
ego’s hold on certainty –
fights against conformity,
draws us back to the tomb –
deep into the mysteries,
where discomforted, challenged
we grow accustomed to the dark.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge, which this week asks us to end our work with: “We grow accustomed to the dark.” Image from personal collection.)
I particularly enjoyed your line: “our soul struggles, defies / ego’s hold on certainty”.
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Thanks LuAnne. Sometimes we need to enter the darkness to hear/ touch our souls.
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VJ your poem evoked some powerful images for me. I think one’s mood can so easily become a creature of the caves, dwelling in darkness. I also thought of Gollum in the Tolkien story, how he devolved over time… Good writing, VJ!
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Thank you, Jade.
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This is beautiful V.J.
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Thank you so much!
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Womb to tomb! Aptly put across in a few words…
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Thank you.
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Beautiful! I like the line ‘ego’s hold on certainty’.
Thanks for being with us!
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My pleasure!
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WOW, this is SO good, V.J.
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Thank you! Are you sure you’re awake, lol.
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It was written so well, and relatable. Did my comment sound inappropriate? I’m awake, and having the worst day…oh well, tomorrow’s another day, Scarlett 🙂
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Nothing inappropriate, just my attempt at humour. Sorry you had a bad day. Hope tomorrow is better.
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Thank you.
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Night, is not always dark, you know…..
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No, it’s not.
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A beautiful poem V.J.
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Thanks, Hélène
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Welcome.
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