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Darkness - No Sound At All
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Darkness - No Sound At All |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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Darkness - No Sound At All Darkness - all around me, darkness, no sound at all. I listen intently; hear nothing, take a deeper breath, force it through tightly closed lips; I hear - nothing. I raise - my hand; to my nose, my mouth, blow upon it; feel - nothing. I start - to scream; stop when I realize it'll never be heard, not even by myself. Then - far in the distance, I see a light, dim, barely there, brighter now, spreading. Now - I see metal below the light; I see the steel bars of a cattle guard; they turn to rails, on cross ties; I look up - the light is screaming in my eyes, but I'm frozen, can't move… then - I dive between the tracks, blending with the rocks, and wooden cross ties, trying to hear the clickity-clackity of the wheels going by, in the darkness, now complete. I squeeze - my eyes tightly shut; I hear nothing; see nothing; feel nothing; I sleep. I awake - shivering ever so slightly, in the cold, cold air. I open - my eyes; whiteness surrounds me, and I'm lying on my back, hands crossed, on my chest. Slowly - I reach for the whiteness, find a sheet, and wonder… a sheet, what am I doing under a sheet. I hear - footsteps a mumbling voice. The footsteps - get closer, the mumbling becomes words; I hear - "and this is our morgue… just a minute please, let me close this tray." I feel - myself slide gently back, a latch clicks, and I scream; and I scream! Darkness - all around me, darkness, no sound at all. I listen intently; hear nothing, take a deeper breath, force it through tightly closed lips; I hear - nothing. W. James Beard, Jr. |
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bluebrdy65 Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 276Gladys, |
Oh how scary and sad good work though keep it up Blue |
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Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
Terrifying-- this gave me chills. That concept of not being able to move or scream is so prevalent in dreams. take a deeper breath, force it through tightly closed lips I loved the repetition of these lines; they added an even more surreal quality to the poem. "And one day...the whole stinking world would be theirs..." -- Velvet Goldmine (Todd Haynes, Oscar Wilde and, unofficially, David Bowie) |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
This was very chilling, a good job though!! I have felt paralyzed in dreams before...just awful!! Hope to see more The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
This was very chilling, a good job though!! I have felt paralyzed in dreams before...just awful!! Hope to see more The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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Lynne Dale Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 114Melbourne Victoria |
This is a scary and chilling poem the stuff nightmares are made of. Good work. Kethry Kethry. When dark of night steals your soul. Think of me and be made whole. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Gee, I'm surprise anybody had any thing decent to say about these (this and Nothing But My Thoughts)- they were both written way back around '64 (whew!), and I was weeding out some old papers and came across this stuff from back then and thought I'd post it for the heck of it before tossing it. Got more I may do the same with. These are wayyyy down my list of personally written favorites. But thanks, I really appreciate your time and comments. And BTW, don't ever be shy of expressing negative thoughts on any of my writings - I would like to know truthful feelings rather than flowery feel goods. (not that I have a thing against "feel goods"!) walk easy... jwesley |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
This really gave me goose pimples too! Who cares if it's an old one? It's top notch anyway! Lotharingia "Dreams are life, reality, creation" Miguel de Unanumo |
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