Larry Hussey

Rookie - 10 Points (41 / Seattle, Washington, USA)

Dimensions (Or My New Glasses) - Poem by Larry Hussey

What happens when
what you see is
in three dimensions,
but they aren't
the right dimensions?
Things that are supposed
to have breadth have width instead.
Things that have
height become short.
You wade through the ground
as if it were a wading pool.
You hit your head on something
that was supposed to be over there.
You tell your friends
about funny-looking things
and they tell you you are 'seeing things.'
But its better than
not seeing the things
that really matter.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is not a popular poem. Not my best of course. But when i got new tri-focal glasses, i was amazed at how differently i saw the world.

Comments about Dimensions (Or My New Glasses) by Larry Hussey

  • Veteran Poet - 1,159 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (2/5/2012 11:29:00 AM)

    Interesting. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Thaddeus Thierisch (1/6/2012 2:58:00 PM)

    Yes, it is better. Agree. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012


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