JoelJosol Posted December 19, 2017 Posted December 19, 2017 The last thing I recall was the bright light shining on my face. I was scouring through the virtual filers in my head for lines or tunes but darkness covered me like a thick blanket. It was like the last time I hurtled into space. I remember the windshield glass colliding on my face. It was painless and darkness covered me like a blanket. How is it when the life-force leaves and shuts the door behind? Could I wake up straight from bed to catch my breath but the room has gone dark as if covered with a blanket. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach
tonyv Posted December 21, 2017 Posted December 21, 2017 Joel, I enjoyed the pervasive image: the thickness of the night, the darkness-blanket. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic
JoelJosol Posted December 21, 2017 Author Posted December 21, 2017 Thanks Tony for the read. Yes, I was trying to weave together a common experience of darkness. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach
Tinker Posted December 23, 2017 Posted December 23, 2017 Hi Joel, I got the feeling while reading that darkness was being equated with death. The blanket wasn't the cozy blanket you snuggle up with for warmth, it was a smothering blanket, uncomfortable and a little frightening. This was interesting and at the same time edgy. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to [email protected]
JoelJosol Posted December 24, 2017 Author Posted December 24, 2017 You are right, Tink. It was a sort of smothering blanket. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.