Lightning flashes as rain bounces on the window,
I close my eyes …
Only to wake up to lifeless,
darkness, stretching in front of me
like stained glass, light shattering all around,
but nothing concrete to be seen in this shadow land,
slipping through the cracks, I fall back into the black,
absorbing the bursts of light,
barely seeing at all
it has always been
the shadows vs. the colors,
the darkness
pulling away the light,
I embrace the burn of light as it comes,
even if only for a moment,
I forget I’m blind…
One of the best—maybe might make a good lead poem? What do you think? Though, of course, with the sort of 'thread' I see running through the first few, there'd be a bit of rearranging to do—but this sets the tone nicely...
ReplyDeletePerhaps a good second poem, with some strong lead in. It is one of the best--
ReplyDeletemore of a contemporary feel, less mannered, but intense.