Smidgens
My eyes can only look outward.
They seek, witness, and search
No singular thoughts of their own
Catching movement and color
Concentrating on sound sources
Sorting light and darkness
Outside binary restraints
Transmitting their way
into an inner vision
Processed with thought
Mixed with a wrinkling of the brow
A flutter of lashes, a blink.
These sights compacted
Into image decisions, imagination
Facts and fabrication
An arrangement of details
Strings of incidents
Missed, found and realized
So much have I entrusted
To their capabilities of capturing
Life into a collection of slides
Time squeezed into perception
Frozen cubes of memory
Distorted by the recurring frosts
Floods, and droughts
That have passed before them…yet
I am one with their innate faculty
While I’m aware
They swim in fluidity.
I am dependent upon
A constant act of focusing
I ask if you trust my voice
With such eyes as I have?
Can I tell you of beauty?
For my representations
Can only amount to
An anthology of my own
Seeing
Now, as I have before
Watch your lips move
As the sound of your story
Reaches my eyes
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Love this poem! Seeing, understanding, living… All so intertwined! Beautiful!
Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and for following!
Peace, Tamara
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Love it
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Man, you’re good!
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“Image decisions.” That’s a nice phrase.
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Beautiful!
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So good, as always!
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Reblogged this on IAN G GRAHAM.
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thanks Brandon!
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Elan, you’re one of my favorite follows. I love your words!
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Intriguing ! How you portray the synaptic influences of eyes, how much we rely on them in our rendering of the world and its beauty . Both abstract and crystalline.
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Very interesting!
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“Now, as I have before
Watch your lips move
As the sound of your story
Reaches my eyes”
Careful or you’ll blow my mind. Nice work.
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The last stanza is very nice–especially the last two lines. Very tactile.
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Thank you.
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Those are wonderfully insightful words..thought provoking and wise. So pleased to be Seeing them this evening! Thanks!
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I was a little younger but stopped mostly for a couple decades. So happy to be beginning again.
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By all means, keep it as long as you like and say hello to your teenage grandson. That’s so damned cool! I started to write around that age.
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Reblogged on my site. Have to share and preserve. Just read it to my 16-year-old grandson and he enjoyed it greatly. Wow. Just wow.
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This is absolutely stunning!
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Hey, I liked reading my lines sent back to me and how they were read. I can’t tell you how this makes me feel. But, I’m probably going to try.
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my representations
Can only amount to
An anthology of my own
Seeing
I love these lines, that what we see, though beautiful and worthy of description, is nothing more than an illusion from our own perspective that we must tell in our own voice. Touched by your words, as always, Elan. 🙂
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Great poem
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“Sorting light and darkness” is my very fave line. I know every other one is great too, but I spend much of my days doing that sorting, so it resonated personally.
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Thanks so much!
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Great poem!
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I really enjoyed this. Especially the last stanza.
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loved this!!
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