sight

 

like a quilt

sown by a blind man

the clouds rise

and billow as they may

blue and grey

and sun white patches

rush and push

seemingly unconscious

over the Waddenzee

crafting a living pattern

no sighted man could catch

but in the dark light

of my mind's eye

I see

but cannot feel

he feels

he waits

for he can see

far more

not less

than me





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-07-30 at 14:28

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Morning Star
Very beautiful and meaningful poem, to me.

There is a tapestry, I believe, that is woven through the fabric of time and space that is unseen, by most, but can be seen by those attuned to their inner sense and mind's eye, who are not blinded by the physical (sight) of this world.

I loved your poem. It touched me deeply.

Thank you for sharing it.
2012-07-31