SIT ALONE IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of...

 

SIT ALONE IN THE DARK


“I sit alone in the dark.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.

Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

 

FACELESS

 

What are we without our faces?

Without our distinctive features.

No eyes to see the morning sun.

No mouth to sing a lullaby.

No nose to smell baking cookies.

We would be mere strokes of color.

A dripping rainbow of hues.

DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND

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DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND

A room full of books.
You can feel them with your fingertips.
But you can’t see a single word.
Your senses are sensitized.
Every single noise is amplified.
But you can’t see light.
Or colors.
You are blind.
In a world full of color.
Your fingertips lead you.
Your senses guide you.
Darkness is your only friend.

FURY

FURY

Hell.
Horror.
Fury.
Darkness descending.Birds fleeing.
Sun shirking its duty.
Pellets raining down.
Hell.
Horror.
Fury.
The sound of the winds.The sound of the waves.
No one can save us.
No one can hear us.
Hell.
Horror.
Fury.
We are alone.
We are lost.
The Dead are here.
They are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME
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A WINDOW

A window to the world.

A window to beauty.

To snow-capped mountains.

To swan-filled lakes.

To pounding waves of the ocean.

To fields of flowers.

To adventure.

To romance.

Open the window.

Open your mind

to the possibilities.

Wake up your senses.

Can you see the rocks

along the shore?

Can you feel the ocean breeze?

Can you smell the flowers?

Can you feel the hot sun

on your face?

Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?

Can you taste the salty air?

I can.

A FACE

duc

A nose.

A mouth.

Two eyes.

A face.

What does it add up to?

Does it reveal the person inside?

Can you feel his heart?

Enjoy his humor?

Feel his pain?

See the world

through his eyes?

A person is not

the sum of his parts.

His parts add up to

much, much more.

HOW PERFECT

bobcronkphotography:

Japanese Gardens – Portland, OR

Watch the water flow.

Down the mountain.

Over the rocks.

Carrying leaves and fish.

To new places.

To new sights.

Watch the fish jump and play.

The sun’s rays reflecting

on the smooth surface.

Listen to the soothing sounds.

The water splashing against

The submerged tree limbs.

How perfect.

How satisfying.

Dip your toes into the cold splendor.

That makes it perfect.