Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 214 Points (22 September / London)

Bell’s Palsy Ii – Number Seven Optic Nerve - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Number seven optic nerve, now numb,
taken for granted, normally ignored,
leaves facial features slanted. Voice, not dumb,
answers questions with weak monochord.
Flesh elastic flaccid has become,
control relinquished, hanging on a word.
Vision peripheral blurred. Though rule of thumb
Provides for time-line, faculties restored,
Frustration, hope, play hide-and-seek, mind glum,
stares awry at some lop-sided smile. Record
of former glory plays back yet stays mum.
May this as an example serve, health granted
For future learning curve can’t be transplanted.

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(3 December 2007 revised 8 August 2008)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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