Comments on: Writespiration #50 Light vs Dark

By: Writespiration #51 The Last Time | Sacha Black

Writespiration #51 The Last Time | Sacha Black — Wed, 29 Jul 2015 07:01:45 +0000

[…] last weeks writespiration and first up Geoff wrote this stunning […]

By: Sacha Black

Sacha Black — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 22:40:24 +0000

In reply to TanGental. ?

By: TanGental

TanGental — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 22:38:53 +0000

In reply to Sacha Black. oh ok; enough.

By: Sacha Black

Sacha Black — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:44:47 +0000

In reply to TanGental. oh shucks, stop - that was almost a compliment! and I nearly had to blush! :p

By: TanGental

TanGental — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:42:26 +0000

In reply to Sacha Black. Thanks Sacha; you do both the write and the inspiration elements very well...

By: Sacha Black

Sacha Black — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:22:03 +0000

In reply to TanGental.

I genuinely love this, these lines especially:

You are the brightest light in my world
Yet you burn our love
And call me to the darkest place

What beautiful sentiment and imagery. LOVE them.

By: Sacha Black

Sacha Black — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:17:38 +0000

In reply to macjam47. Thanks Michelle :), thank you for reading as always.

By: Sacha Black

Sacha Black — Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:17:15 +0000

In reply to Charli Mills.

Thanks Charli, (sorry for the delay, very behind with everything at the moment – also thinking of you and sending you love). I think thats a very profound comment – that being aware of what feeds our voice – I honestly can’t say I’d thought of that – yes, these realisations make me know who I am, but I hadnt connected dots to think that would affect my voice. Silly really, because of course it would. But thank you for the compliment. 🙂 I like a little creepy every so often :p

By: TanGental

TanGental — Fri, 24 Jul 2015 23:52:56 +0000

It takes the brightest sun to create the darkest shadow
The white light of fission burns the retina
Plunging us into the deepest dark of blindness
You are the brightest light in my world
Yet you burn our love
And call me to the darkest place
Love is blind and love blinds
Light and dark; love and hate
The one cannot be without the other.
When loves course is smooth, no shadows show
But admit a crease of uncertainty,
Allow a wrinkle of doubt
And festering hate has a dark shadow
Within which to grow

By: babbs

babbs — Thu, 23 Jul 2015 12:53:52 +0000

I like this Sacha it reads wonderful images
and Geoffle’s poem is funny