shimon weinroth


Eye Glasses - My Spectacles - Poem by shimon weinroth

where are they,
hanging on the bridge
of my nose.
or another place of repose

placed or misplaced
I need them to disclose,
the print on the page
to focus and read to me,

blurs and patches
they are helpful,
but not for understanding.
no matter how long I peer and squint,

no glint of meaning, will apear,
just graphics and alphabet letters
line after line one above the other
after use of an hour or so,

red eyes, tears,
with a look of conjunctivitis
stare and glare
till I come back to my self

disposition distressed, displaced
I push these aids above my orbs
sit on my forhead, forgetting,
where did I put my glasses

a spectacle sometimes affectatious
alas I really do misplace them too often
or is it old age in limbo
creeping up from behind


Comments about Eye Glasses - My Spectacles by shimon weinroth

  • David ThreadgoldDavid Threadgold (10/10/2008 5:41:00 AM)

    Hi Shimon. I can relate to this very well I'm always losing mine, and usually they are right in front of me but unseen. well done Regards Dave T (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, October 10, 2008


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