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.   
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19 comments:

  1. Pat HattFebruary 21, 2014 at 12:19 PM

    All yet nothing, quite the sight or not

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  2. G-ManFebruary 21, 2014 at 12:37 PM

    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. Maude LynnFebruary 21, 2014 at 12:39 PM

    Oh, this is cool!

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2014 at 12:53 PM

    inside the eye - yep, very cool ~

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  5. Alice AudreyFebruary 21, 2014 at 1:38 PM

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

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  6. GabriellaFebruary 21, 2014 at 2:01 PM

    I hope this is only a poetic exploration!

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  7. brudbergFebruary 21, 2014 at 2:44 PM

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

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  8. anthonynorthFebruary 21, 2014 at 2:46 PM

    Great words, and love the ending.

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  9. Wanda PsychoFebruary 21, 2014 at 4:58 PM

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

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  10. izzyFebruary 21, 2014 at 5:45 PM

    Dilated and yearning is a grand image, thanks!

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  11. Brian MillerFebruary 21, 2014 at 6:03 PM

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

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  12. hedgewitchFebruary 21, 2014 at 6:22 PM

    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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  13. MaryFebruary 21, 2014 at 6:26 PM

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

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  14. AnonymousFebruary 21, 2014 at 7:24 PM

    What an amazing way with words!

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  15. John (@bookdreamer)February 24, 2014 at 1:59 AM

    Difficult moments

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  16. 21 WitsFebruary 25, 2014 at 9:46 AM

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

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  17. UnknownFebruary 25, 2014 at 7:44 PM

    Very deep and well written.

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  18. Optimistic ExistentialistFebruary 27, 2014 at 7:19 AM

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

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  19. Other MaryMarch 4, 2014 at 11:52 AM

    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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