David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Eyes Of Mr D (Part 1) - Poem by David Harris

They took the cotton gauze away
from his closed eyes.
“You can open them now Mr D.”
He opened his eyes to see hazy figures there,
black and grey images, and nothing more.

A gentle and kind voice, asked him what he saw.
“Hazy images>“He replied.
“It will be like that for a little while,
and then they will begin to clear.”
Each day his sight got better, the
haze began to clear.

Then the colour came,
and a rainbow spectrum appeared before his eyes,
of things he could never see.
A light shone through his life,
of things he had never known.
A new awakening
with images to fit the sounds.

His mind began to wonder
where his new eyes had come from.
They were not allowed to tell him,
who the donor was or anything about them.
Finally, he was released from hospital.

He went back to his flat
where he had to learn again,
where everything was now that he could see.
He smiled at the white walking stick.
He would keep it as a reminder
of how lucky he was.

Sitting in his chair in the sunshine,
as it came through the window.
Then it happened.
It was as if he were in a dream.
The images lost their colour.
He was in a place he had never seen before.

Hands reached out around the neck,
of a face he could not see.
It seemed as if
they were strangling the life out of someone there.
The body struggled and then went limp.
On the body, falling, the face was now revealed.
A young pretty face
distorted in the throes of death.

Comments about Eyes Of Mr D (Part 1) by David Harris

  • (6/10/2007 1:54:00 PM)

    David! ! ,
    I am so impressed so far! ! ! Your timing of the cliff-hanger...is superb! ! On to the next!
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  • (6/7/2007 5:16:00 PM)

    Goodness, here I was thinking well maybe people aren't crazy to have their eyes messed with as this chap seemed so happy, than WHOMP! out of the blue it took a turn.....need to find part 2. marci.) (Report) Reply

  • (6/6/2007 8:29:00 AM)

    Just like Andrew, I was drifitng along on a wave of feel-goodness, and then..... POW! Am thirsting to know what happens next...... Very intriguing! So far, so good, David (well, for the reader, anyway) .

    Love, Fran xxx
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  • (6/4/2007 6:29:00 AM)

    Ditto on Andy's thaughts...WOW...can't wait for the sequil (Report) Reply

  • (6/4/2007 6:15:00 AM)

    I started reading then thought this is nice, some one seeing the world again regaining his sight... Then wham in to a horror story, cant wait for part 2...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, March 7, 2011

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