Daily prompt: “vast”

In response to, Your Daily Word Prompt, January 17, “vast.”

Vast,

adjective, vast·er, vast·est.

“of very great area or extent; immense:the vast reaches of outer space.of very great size or proportions; huge; enormous:vast piles of rubble left in the wake of the war.very great in number, quantity, amount, etc.:vast sums of money.very great in degree, intensity, etc.:an artisan of vast skill.”

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Empty hours loom ahead, like dark foreboding clouds that gather in clusters for the storm. Minutes take hours to go by and hours feel like days. All that is before and ahead, is the emptiness of time. Time is all we have in our short existence, but in the present during empty days and nights, it feels like it could never not be abundant.

When I close my eyes to get a moment of peace, I like to think of a dense forest, somewhere in Scandinavia. Somewhere where the endless stretch of trees stand before you and all that remains is the green depths of above and beyond. As far as the eye can see is a pure, green, and unspoiled landscape, too immense for the human mind to comprehend. This vision satisfies me somewhat.

But then I turn back to the present and all I have is numbers before me. And then, all I have is empty years and plentiful fears to carry me backwards and forwards.

Sleepless nights. Filled with tosses and turns. This is the moment most of all, where time appears to be endless. Everything slows down in the frustrating depths of the night when everyone is asleep. It always stands still, for that one moment when you wish it could ceaselessly stride ahead.

Time is vast. And vast is empty time.

This prompt reminded me of one of my favourite quotes from The Great Gatsby,

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Diary of a graduate (p.1)

Image: Yours truly (Violet Daniels)
A nice hazy sky and some trees

Some observant followers may have noticed my blog getting a nice revamp in recent days. But I suspect most of you probably haven’t noticed (I probably wouldn’t have).

Delving into WordPress premium is part of my (sort of New Years resolution but not as I don’t really believe in all that) decision to really invest in this blog.

Countless failed attempts to get work experience in journalism and writing has made me realise that maybe I need to just try and make it on my own… somehow?! At least if I don’t have experience, I may have this.

So January is a big month for me – I am finally graduating from the University of York with a Bachelor’s degree in History; only five or six months later than planned. When this is published, I won’t have graduated yet but I thought I would give some kind of background to where I am now,

If I’m honest, I’m not really looking forward to the process and would like it over with sooner rather than later. Just let me grab my certificate and run… I suppose the experience of wearing that funny hat is what really matters.

If I’m honest, when I think back to my degree it almost feels like a lifetime ago, and that I was living in some hazy, alternate reality far away from life as it is now. I do miss the constant learning and academic rigor that came with my degree. Part of me thinks I am not quite done with studying yet, which may be another path for me to go down (if I can pay off my already acquired student overdraft)…

As my graduation looms ahead of me like a dark cloud, I can’t help but feel like I need to kick myself in gear a bit more in terms of my ‘career’, as I can no longer claim I am a student after January.

September to December were some really good months for me, I was working in a bookshop which I loved but now that temporary job is over and I am once again unemployed and have not had any luck with finding work.

I guess this ‘diary of a graduate’ series is an attempt to convey the realities of post university life as a young adult trying to find their ways into the world. I will be documenting my struggles, experiences and any successes I may have, in a hope to convey the reality of life after university and a graduate trying to find whatever is meant to be next.

I will also be documenting my attempts to get experience in the writing/journalism/publishing industry. It may be of interest, it may not but I feel like it might be worthwhile even if it is just a personal document for me.

That’s it for part one – I hope at least one person enjoyed this 🙂

V

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Daily prompt: ardent

In response to Your Daily Word Prompt, November 6th, “ardent.”

Image: Violet Daniels

She noticed today, that autumn takes a lot to fade,

as every day

hues of red, gold, and bold,

burst as they are on display,

and even as they brush the ground on which they lay.

Some leaves cling onto the last stages of their fragile life,

whilst the wrath of the winter wind moves them ardently on.

The heat of the sun inflames the remainder of summer’s golden hue on those that remain, tightly bound to their ship of safety.

Ardent masses of golden warmth which remind us of those endless summer days long lost;

days spent dipping in and out of the warmth of the ocean,

As we glide with each other, always set in sync and in motion.

In a few circuits of winter’s clock, even those that impassioned themselves to safety, will be long lost.

Turned over gradually, until they form the ground’s blanket of moss.

She plummeted her way through Winter’s destruction, marveling at autumn’s ardent display,

always putting up a fight,

a final show of the fading, haze filled light.

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morning light

we are;

tighty bounded kernels, hidden beneath shielded sheets.

Nothing could ever appease the heat.

The heat of us.

The warmth of you balloons and deflates

It evolves; rolls like roller skates as they smooth over the pavements of high rise cities

It spreads and prizes into me like honey,

Smooth and quaint

it absorbs between you and I;

we never loose the heat of us.

We toss and turn together in the pale ice of morning light

Your arms, like the branch to a heavy tree, cascade around my middle, nice and tight.

It always feels right.

The heat of us.

We play and intertwine until the abandonment of morning light.

Together we float, like twined kites in the iridescence of night.

Daily prompt: suggest

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[In response to Your Daily Word Prompt, November 2nd, “Suggest.”]

You suggest the promise of a greater world for Britain. A one that is not divided on political parameters, but united by the commonality of the greatness of our country. You suggest it is better to leave the rest of the world behind, in favour of only maintaining our own lands and wealth.

You suggested on the steps of downing street back in the summer that all would be completed by the eve of Halloween. Three years of dithering and delay were to be resolved at the end of October. You suggested, remember?

You suggested to us, the diligent public, that your government would solve the greatest political challenge of our times, which has created far more division and hatred than that of which it aimed to solve.

Within your campaign for election you suggest to the people that you are, in fact, similar to us all. You are a normal person, watching the sport on a Saturday evening. You are a regular person who in fact, is chauffered around central London in a Jaguar worth over £300,000.

You suggest with your confidence and eloquent use of language and letter, that you are a competent man and politician, one who is good for our country and will take us forward.

Suggest is a key word here. Imperatively, suggest is never used to infer anything that is definitive, but hints at something not quite secure and the possibility of a plethora of illusions.

You sir, you are merely an illusion for us all.

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