Sight to the Blind

This is an edited version of an older “poem” Original stream of consciousness: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/7OAg3jLR94

I can see the colors of a rainbow.

I see the vivid streak pierce the sea blue

Sky with vibrant violet and gold hues.

I see the orange cream petals on new

Honey filled flowers with amber and

Black striped bees buzzing through the sweet songs

Of morning birds. I see the warm, mellow

Yellow and red of a sunset’s smile

Over calm, turquoise, foamy water while

Sphere meets plane. I see grassy green meadows

Splattered with brown and grey. All day long,

Caterpillars crawling, foxes calling.

My eyes are heavy, not closed.

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But why write when you can see?

Sunsets and rainbows have their own poets

Named blue, green, and gold. Giving colored seas

To umbral cold is my heart’s artistry. You can’t see in the darkness.

The ghosts that haunt in moonlit gloom as

Wolves prowl and howl. The monsters that lurk and

Drag head first behind veils of murk and

Shadow. Demons that choke you in your bed

Before you fall asleep. I wish I’d said

The beauty that I see around me, but what

I don’t see is the point. When you can

Use your eyes better than I describe,

I’d rather give words to the ineffable.

To all that defy our sense and senses.

And so my poems stay harsh and dark and

Inaccessible, forever under lenses.

One day maybe I will see the charm

Behind gushing over false pretenses.

But until then I’ll give sight to the blind.

Even if it never ends in cheers.

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