Charmed Chaos
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The Black
“We’ll know as children again all we are destined to know that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.”– Jim Harrison
Reeling
a slipping from reality
down into the coldest darkness
there is nothing here but invisible air
no welcoming angel’s trumpets
no sound of heartbeat
no voices from the past
nothing but black.
A soul unleashed floating free
‘Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone’
devoid of any feeling, any pain
and then with a lurch
‘Go back, it’s not your time’
pulled back in
as I awaken
icy shivers
must be that damn goose
walking over my grave again.
Cold
tile floor
bright lights
shining, blinding
hollow voice calling
Are you okay
you collapsed and fainted
dead away.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: In my younger years I used to faint often. The doctors never found out why.
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Wow, great. “that damn goose / walking over my grave again.” That is a cool line, is that a reference to something?
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It’s an old saying. When you get goosebumps or a shiver you say – someone walked over my grave or a goose walked over my grave. I think originally, England in the Middle Ages for the someone walked over my grave. And then Americans used goose and sometimes rabbit. My mom, a southern woman used goose. 😊
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Cool. I like that.
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Thanks!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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🙏🏻😊🌺🌹🎭🎼
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Darkness seems to spring from this prompt. Well written. I don’t know about the goose, though. A filthy bird with a bad attitude.
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Haha! They are. But what better harbinger of death? 😊
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A dark write that ends in the light- thank goodness! Your vivid description made me think of floating in outer-space. I’m glad it’s all in the past.
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Yes, me too Vivian.
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I’ve heard the phrase of someone walking over your grave, but never with a goose involved. That’s unique! What part of the south was your mom from? I lived many years in SC, but never heard that 🙂 Ok, poetry: This describes fainting so well – everything goes black but there is no herald to the other side. Had no trouble listening to Bill Withers while I read this. Clever, clever writing!
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Thank you Jill. She was born in Huntsville Texas. I was born in Houston. Lived there the first 39 years of my life. We Texans have our unique ways! A proud people. 😊
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The south has its own language. I enjoyed your poem!
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I am so happy you did! I’m surprised people hadn’t heard of something that for me was common. The beauty of words.
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