Black

Black

Samantha Shifflett

Assignment #4: Various Prompts (pg. 132 #2)

 

Its the color of the sleeping sky

with sprinkles of white shining throughout.

When I look up at this blanket,

I see that light as a prisoner stuck behind bars.

It just wants to shine through, but now is not the right time.

It’s the dark time for now.

 

And its the color of the dark abyss of the ocean.

It’s the center of the ocean floor where no one can ever reach

because the pressure is too strong for any human to handle. 

The darkness is the pigment of mystery.

This abyss contains the darkest secrets,

everything the human mind cannot capture.

 

And that blanket covers my vision.

I repeat the act of slamming my eyelids shut

Open, shut, open, shut, open.

I open my eyes and am left with that pins and needles feeling,

The darkness and the sprinkles of white combining within my vision.

White noise from a television.

 

It’s not the two hands covering my eyes,

One over my left, another over my right.

Those hands are clammy.

The more these hands cover my vision,

the farther away the white noise becomes.

I lose the tingling sensation that fills me with that prisoned light.

 

It’s more of a blushed lifestyle

that contains more sensation than any other

as it absorbs everything it touches,

but blankets itself from the world it lives in.  

 

-S.L.S.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good use of description my friend.
"And its the color of the dark abyss of the ocean.
It’s the center of the ocean floor where no one can ever reach
because the pressure is too strong for any human to handle.
The darkness is the pigment of mystery.
This abyss contains the darkest secrets,"
The above are my favorite. Very nice description of ocean black. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

everything the human mind cannot capture.