Stuart Doggett

Blinded By Searchlights - Poem by Stuart Doggett

I’m searching for something
I have no idea how to find,
Scrabbling in desperation,
It often turns me blind,
I can’t see what I’m doing
So I’m breaking things I like,
Through the green mist it seems
These pieces just aren’t right,
Like a jigsaw with missing corners
And bits from another set,
This puzzle that I’m building
Is built on concrete that’s still wet,
With rotten wooden roofing
And bricks of soggy clay,
I curse my home’s ineptness,
I curse me everyday,
Then as each morning rises
The sunlight turns me blind,
It shows me I’m still looking
For something I can’t find.

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  • (3/27/2006 2:56:00 PM)

    Really good write, Stuart. Enjoyed this. I just wait patiently and know the item will eventually turn up. Only when it's not an item, do I worry. -chuck (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 27, 2006

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