If I were blind
I would listen all day
And feel
And try to see the colours in what I hear.
The beauty in the music
The power of touch
I would sniff the air
For the smell of you
And spend my time
Outside
Breathing in the wind
And seeing the calls of the birds.
If I were deaf I would notice more
With full concentration on everything
Observant
Constant Vigilance
I would hear the view
Smell
And taste
Everything
I would hear the music
By seeing my fingers
Try and feel what it would sound like
In my head.
This is remarkable, and not just as a poem (which is impressive enough on its own terms) but also as a perception of reality on your part. You show a grasp of life's unfairness but rather than wallowing in it to no good end - the WOE IS ME or WHY ME? reactions which are dead ends - you find so much to appreciate around you. Blindness and deafness are afflictions which severely limit us, but not here - your speaker transcends the obvious problems and achieves MORE THAN SIGHTED/HEARING PEOPLE. There is not a trace of self-pity or sentimentality. The speaker is so focused on appreciation of the world her own affliction is forgotten in the overflow of her gratitude. BTW If you want to share your poetry writing with family or friends, this strikes me as an ideal poem to show them first. Who among them, among any of us could resist the sheer grace of these words? I'll answer that: N-O O-N-E!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so beautiful and so true