Simon makes it all come together, perfectly,
placing antiques 'n curio's on dusted black shelves,
window-sil ledges with geometric widgets,
navigating his world, by touch, and by texture.
Simon day-dreams about women and stem cells,
despite Canon Law, and his strict Catholic rearing.
And, he likes to muse on the concept of light,
spectrums, and prisms, though opague to Simon,
still he dusts pleated lamp-shades that house no bulbs;
says he might buy some hi-powered torchere lamps;
lie back in his chaise, absorb the dark warmth
of clear hallogen,
and imagine the sparkle of sunshine on sea-glass.
And, no one could possibly comprehend,
Simons' world of black imaged movement,
or how it feels to be gifted at birthe,
as an inspiration with Crosses to shoulder.
And of course, there's the expectations from those,
who know not what it's like to live in visual occlusion,
or they who watched Gibson's '''Miracle Worker''',
thinking Bancroft and Duke got it right!
Still, Simon opens his eyes every morning,
in nebulous, oblique, movement,
to all that breathes, or rustles before him,
with all four other senses, working overtime,
His Cross's lone compensation!
And Simon wants to see an oceanfront sunset,
the kind that gloustermen place before women;
say's that's all he really wants,
and his life will all come together, perfectly.
FJR, As ever, you are superb in imaginative sympathy. Those with lamps and bulbs Live in the darkness of soul Blind to the realm of spirit They ever miss life's goal CP
This goes on my favorites list. You gave me a glimpse into a world i never gave a thought to. Beautifully written and deeply touching. Thank you for sharing.
Most interesting viewpoint on how it must be to be blind, one cannot imagine it but I like how you bring to our mind the fact that the other senses are honed just higher and that they give way to a better more generous mind because of it. Sensitively written. HG: -) xx
this is epic as so many of your thosands of works are over the past decade.
magnificent depiction of what it must be like to live in blindness. frank you are the master!
I love the vividness of this remarkable poem, I feel the journey, it's me standing there setting up shelves in a way that I would understand, it's me in the blackness finding my way around and I feel perhaps one day, all will come together and who knows maybe I'll see that oceanfront sunset...Love this very sensitive poem.....
Wonderful prose poem. A deep glimpse into the sightless world. Very touching and well written. Please read my poem, the Ball Woman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A serious and seriously wrought poem. [Refinements could make it also an important poem.]