The Black

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“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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14 Comments on “The Black

  1. 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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  2. 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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