Writings...
Proverbial on the wall
Proverbial what?
The writings or wall?
Both eternal parts…
A blind…
Darkness dawned
In eyes
Never to set in dusks;
His skies all nights
His days are set
On blackened sights…
The writings…
He knows
He doesn’t read
His eyes are dead
Wall there he feels
To him no hindrance
Beyond he sees…
Impedance?
Yes, for living eyes
That read and fail
To realize beyond…
He outward blind
Yet his thinking bright
A silver line drawn on
The darkest plain…
Should he change
His thinking line?
And, should if he,
Would that bring
A brighter change?
29 08 08
Both brightness and darkness have significance when seen through the eternal windowpanes of the soul. A beautiful poem, Ten for you. Always your friend, Sandra
a mystical element in there...to go beyond and reach out to visions of the third eye.. a metaphysical effect there which definitely lets me read beyond the boundaries of any physical/non physical wall
A lovely piece. I agree with Peerbocus...this poem has all necessary elements of a great poem...10
Seeing walls writing on stone blue chalk white ink fingers run over picking meaning in colours unreavealed transcends mortal experience beyond mere walls into eternal spaces the colour of love Kesav, your writing does so much to me, as you can see. It breaks down the walls around me and lights up unseen sapces unknown to me - till i read you.
very true..the capabilities they have is immense...it's all written within not in words
This is such an interesting subject, if never to have had sight, all the senses would compensate, and I would think become more intuitive and receptive to feelings and vibrations. So the mind would have to work to decipher it all, thus heightening its sense also.....10
You always penned with brilliance, sir. Disabled people are more sensitive to the plight of others..to his environment and more talented, for they cultivate and nurture their sleeping gifts to excel...a perfect composition.
This poem is amazingly conceived and thank you very much for posting it.
The wall enables the writing, each eternally dependent to be known, but never known to the one who is proverbially blind, one who sees only the darker side of things, negatively, all knowing through heresay, he does not wish to acknowledge what is made available to him for he has the insight to see even beyond for he relies on his soul's judgement. Beautiful work which is thought provoking. Kesav, all 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How many in this material world can see things beyond certain level? It requires a broader vision and a spiritual outlook. You have touched this point in this poem well.