Another week beginning, and here’s a new picture prompt from Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales. The real photograph by Uzengia Aleksander Nedic is somewhat blurry; my version (not blurry enough) is above, and my poem below. I am also linking this poem to “Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads” for their Monday Open Link Day.
Villanelle to Glasses
Without glasses, the edges of my world are furred
like the ending of an echo, crush of shale.
Ideas are seen as if through water, blurred,
trooping muzzily through head, not shaped by word,
as if mind’s eye can’t make out thought’s detail
without glasses, the edges of my world so furred.
Then, too, I find my verbal memory’s slurred:
I’ll say this “peach” for onion, “kite” for sail;
ideas are seen as if through water, blurred,
and though I tell myself I’m quite absurd–
my mind’s still good, it’s only eyes that fail–
without glasses, the edges of my world are furred.
Even corrected vision’s not assured,
each type of lens its own peculiar jail,
where ideas are seen as if through water, blurred,
and I must make a choice between page or bird,
eternal grain of sand/horizon’s trail.
Without glasses, the edges of my world inferred,
ideas are seen as if through water, blurred.
Have a nice (fully-lit and clear) Sunday. And, if you get a chance, check out: comic novel,NOSE DIVE, book of poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, or children’s counting book 1 MISSISSIPPI. )
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