Impaired Vision Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Impaired Vision



I felt
with fingers
for morsels of light

Like a puzzle
in all hues and consistencies
an idyllic landscape
was sensed

At night I disassembled
and stored each piece
in my head and dreamed
cubist paintings

Sunday, September 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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