Black and White

Katherine_Lemke

Are we afraid of darkness because we were told that when we die everything just goes BLACK? The BLACK is so unknown to us because we ourselves don't know what happens when we take our final breath. Do we go to hell? Or do we die in eternal bliss...well, according to people who had near death experiences, they saw a WHITE light. But, could this light just be an illusion to everyone who has nearly but not yet died? You never hear about someone who had a near death experience and only remembers seeing a BLACK "light" so to speak. Are we as a society so fixated that WHITE means heaven? What if WHITE and BLACK aren't so different after all? After all, they are just colors.

  • Author: Katherine Lemke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2017 02:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME KATHERINE ~ Thanks for you first Poem. I love your poem It is well written with a challenging Subject ~ The challenge (and often conflict ?) between BLACK and WHITE ~ I love both "colours" and to me a Lady dressed just in B & W always takes my breath away ! Often when we are 18 we have B & W Parties ~ great fun ! However there are many traditions where it's either BLACK or WHITE. The Bride only wears Black at Goth Weddings and at a Funeral most guests wear BLACK or DARK ~ never white. The only time I saw a White Funeral was a Teens Funeral and we wanted to give thanks for his short life (16 years) and not mourn for his death ! before OBAMA ~ Mohammed Ali used to joke about the WHITE MAN in the WHITE HOUSE running the USA ! You made me think ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.

  • burning-embers

    I love provocative work like yours. Gets the grey matter tingling. Black and white existed long before mankind and twas mankind gave colours associations.

  • onepauly

    in our dreams we sometimes see pictures, and moving pictures. how do we see these without our eyes. there is an inner light. that is all I can come up with. one pauly



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