Friday, February 21, 2014

Second Sight

In the absence of color
my parched eyes drink darkness
through pupils
dilated and yearning.

It fills the vitreous chamber,
presses against optic nerve,
with the weight of the void
that is now inside me.

Upside down images of naught
reflected against my macula
dissipate and re-form
as I sit unaware
and stare
into nothing...

and everything.


For G-man's FF55.   

19 comments:

  1. All yet nothing, quite the sight or not

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  2. Are you a Optomitrist?
    An Optimist?
    One thing is clear, you have abnormaly fantastic INsight!
    As always you make me shudder with AWE!
    Loved your opaque 55
    Thanks for playing, you are such a Gift!
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  3. inside the eye - yep, very cool ~

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  4. I've been doing a lot of that lately, and it feels just like this.

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  5. I hope this is only a poetic exploration!

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  6. Oh you make poetry of medicine terminology ... love it.. (at least as a metaphor)

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  7. I always start seeing things in the shadows. Rarely do I perceive them as friendly.

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  8. Dilated and yearning is a grand image, thanks!

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  9. into the nothing & everything...
    there is definitely an underlying sadness to this mary...

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  10. I wish I could dignify my own staring into space with words this real, Mary. I love your specificity in the various word choices, and also the sense of darkness, daring us to stare into it..

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  11. Whew, I really like this, Mary!! Excellent 55.

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  12. You have touched that side, that often we arrive, and never quite retell it as whole as one feels. Bravo.

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  13. Quite unique - you have an "eye" for poetry :)

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  14. Thanks everyone. I've read and left comments for you on your blogs rather than respond here. No one really comes back again to the comments, do they?

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