Can you still see?
“No, it’s pitch black” you say,
With a tone of uncertainty.
Now think of the things you love
Can you see them all?
“Yes, they are all there.
In my reminiscence wall.”
Now think of the things you loathe
Can you see them too?
“Yes, I see them creeping up
from the abyss of my mind’s view.”
Do you believe it, when they claim
“Out of sight, out of mind?”
“Not after this blindfold
Covered up my eyes.”
“You can close your eyes
to things you don’t want to see”
but know there are many things
that await for you in your memories.
“You can close your eyes
to things you don’t want to feel”
but know there are many things
that are felt in the heart’s zeal.
That was awesome, again poetry and image blend seamlessly. I love how you invite the reader to take part in your poem, to open their eyes to the wisdom within. Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you Deborah:) your words always make me smile!
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