It's that time again.
A new challenge was posted by the gals at the WEP. Write...Edit...Publish
Flash fiction at it's best! Are you game?
Then join the fun!
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A Hard Rain
She gazes and sighs
at the angry clouds
the surprisingly calm ocean
and the horizon so far
A Hard Rain is Gonna Fall
she questions her motives
is she validated
or just an attention seeker
all she wants
is freedom
independence
a life less hidden
but to achieve that goal
others will suffer
many will shake their heads
and say, what’d you expect
the girl's been off balance
her entire life
never did know
when she had it good
always seeking
never satisfied
I swear
even in death
she'll look for a third option
unsatisfied with Heaven
or Hell…
Yolanda Renee © 2022
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Your turn, just give it a try.
A poem, a short story, flash fiction, or another artistic expression!
A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall
has been described as the ‘most idiosyncratic protest song ever written.’ Bob Dylan, the Nobel Laureate and another 60's icon, wrote,
composed and sung it in 1962 when he was only 21. It’s been covered by many
artistes including Pete Seeger, Joan Baez and has never really stopped being
sung ever since. Dylan has sold more than 125 million records/albums
making him one of the most popular artistes of all time.
The form is
modelled on the traditional ballad in the question and answer format, the
themes being human suffering – pollution, warfare, isolation, angst. Sixty
years after Dylan presented it at a performance at Carnegie Hall, the lyrics
are striking in that how relevant they are still, how contemporary their feel
and the depth of their appeal. Read more about the song here
and here.
This one is
wide open to all kinds of interpretations. Because human suffering – it’s as
wide, deep and long as life is, of a trillion takes potential.
Use it to
zoom in on our current ‘hard rain’ of covid. Chisel out your own pandemic flash
from what’s going on around you.
Or weave a
tale of some other woe – bleeding hammers, broken tongues, dead oceans, homes
in the valley meeting damp, dirty prisons. The lyrics are epic, apocalyptic and
offer rich pickings. Set your tale around the climate issues; the refugee
crisis; the endless hardships that the hard rains of bullets and bombs,
volcanic eruptions, oil spills have brought.
Or bypass
all the bleakness and melancholy and simply spin a conversation between a
parent and a child on some deep life issue. Or a light-hearted one. A million
directions to go. The possibilities are endless.
A freehand is what we give you, you give the song a listen and see what
happens...
Copied from the WEP Challenges page
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19 comments:
Hi Renee! Glad you were able to post. What a succinct piece of poetry. People think they know what others are going through, but sadly, judgements are made with little understanding of the suffering known to some. "Judge not."
I love your take on this prompt. Judge not indeed - though too many do. Far too many.
Thanks Renee - lovely to read your poem ... we know not what is going to happen ... be kind as life takes us along ... cheers Hilary
Awesome! We really don't know what people feel and experience, and sadly, many never make the effort to find out and help!
Poignant and powerful.
I love your poem, Renee. I must confess, I don't understand the song at all and I'm a child of the sixties. Haha.
Nancy
Wonderful poem! It's so easy to look at other people and judge without understanding what they are going through. Well done!
Hard person to look for a third option.
Will death allow travel between the various worlds? That girl is so me!! :) :) Loved your take, said so much in such a few words!
Hi Renee. Wrote a piece on judgement today. This echoes so well. We are quick to seal fates.
-Sonia
Great writing - you are you - and nobody has the right to judge you unless you are a criminal, which I am sure the girl in the poem is not x
Ooo, a poem! Love the twist in the end! :)
Haven't we all felt that way? I appreciate how universal that feeling is and you drew it out. Your poem could be used for a writing prompt. I have already spun a tale in my head.
https://youtu.be/PHzOOQfhPFg No Doubt - Just A Girl
This actually reminds me more of this song instead of the prompt one.
I really liked it though.
Not seen
yet hidden
deep within
ones mind.
This could have been written about me. I still deal with suicide ideation, but not to the intense levels that I did when I was younger. I'm one of those people where Heaven wouldn't want me and Hell would be afraid that I'd take over. They'll probably just leave me here on Earth to haunt those who deserve a good haunting.
Never satisfied, always seeking. Great take on the prompt!
I love your poem. Society has always expected women to reign in their ambitions, to take up as little space as possible and to be grateful of the small freedoms granted to us because it's "better than it used to be." There's nothing wrong with wanting more and reaching for the stars. Why should we limit ourselves for fear of making others uncomfortable?
I'm really impressed by all of you who wrote poems for this challenge. I miss writing poetry!
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