A thin strip of light
Filtered by our minds.
Permission granted by our eyes
To selected sights and sounds.
A narrow keyhole to the universe.
A KEYHOLE
sounds
ALONE IN THE DARK
I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.
The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone,
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the nurses.
This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself.
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming.
LIGHTNING STRIKES
Source:boy-so-pale
Lightning hits the water
with long fingers so fine.
It glistens in the sky
with its curvaceous spine.
Sizzle goes the sound,
electric in the air.
It crisscrosses the sky
with its own savoir-faire.
ALONE
Night Walk – {by Tiina Törmänen}
A walk alone
In the dark,
In the cold,
Through the trees,
Beneath the falling snow
And the sparkling stars.
No voices,
No noises,
Only clean, fresh air
And you.
THE BEAT
(Source: thisiscolossal.com)
Swoosh goes the record,
Swirling to its beat.
Sounds flowing through me,
Can you feel its heat?
Mesmerized by it,
I can’t seem to move.
As it turns and turns
I’m caught in its groove.
WE LOVE TO DANCE
Source:king-of-the-scumbunnies
We love to dance.
To the pounding music.
To the sounds of the night.
To the darkness.
To the end.
To The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
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SWOOSH
Source:thisiscolossal.co
Swoosh goes the record.
Swirling to its own beat.
Sounds flowing to you.
Can you feel its heat?
A TROPICAL PARADISE
Source:quiet-spheres
Let’s take the green carpet
Through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes our constant companions
Through the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our way
Through the sounds of the forest.
Shrieks and shouts accompany us
Through the rustling trees.
Snapping sounds follow us
Through our trek in the water.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks up.
The air becomes heavier.
The sky greener.
We become one with nature.
Lost in a tropical paradise.
BEHIND THE DOOR
Black Paradox » Junji Ito
BEHIND THE DOOR
Tempting.
Lights.
Sounds.
Should I?
Turn the knob.
And open the door.
Others have done it.
They’ve come back happy.
They’ve come back safe.
Should I?
I could enter my dreams.
My fantasies.
The door beckons.
The noises are louder.
Is that blood creeping out?
It must be a trick.
The Dead love their games.
THE DEAD GAME
THE PERFECT MELODY
The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
The first drops fall.
Water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds and souls.
Prepares us for a new day.
SUSANNE LEIST 