Ocular Migraine Poem by Clive Culverhouse
Ocular Migraine
I see the wake
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing
secrets, coloured
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn't
how things are working
behind the scenes
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8/29/2026 2:39:45 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I put this poem on Poetry Soup, here's a comment 'I see the wake of what I look at too, but I didn't know exactly what to call it or what it was until I read this... yeah, I hope they don't get in trouble! Very intriguing poem! '