Color Vision Deficiency

 

Color Vision Deficiency

A Poem by Dominick

 

 

I am blind.

Blind to the aspects of color as you see them

but I can interpret the spectrum as no one else can.

My visual stimulus reacts in ways one can only imagine,

yet my monochrome eyes see two:

me and you.

 

Even without color

I can see your many different wavelengths

pushing through the air letting me know that once again

I have a deficiency.

I still have the ability to see light stimuli along a single dimension

like the black through grey to white dimension of human vision.

Your emotions come in many colors.

Unfortunate colors that I may possibly never comprehend.

 

I can only guess,

that white is a fluffy bunny tail

caressing my skin like a soft blanket in the winter,

making the cold lonely nights that bite at my flesh,

but most of all my being,

almost bearable.

 

What is your hue?

What is your saturation of color?

My eyes will never see the complete spectrum of the rainbow.

But know this,

the tears you shed

are a clear liquid flowing down your face

like the condensation on my glass of lemonade on a scorching summers day

and yes,

this I can see clearly.

 

As simple as night and day

I can interpret the wondrous revelations

that our relationship has manifested.

Like all the classic analogies made to allow me to decipher color

I too, tried to create such references to show that I

am what you are looking for.

Only to discover the same well known fact that was by no means a mystery,

but just a thought molecule roaming free in the cranial walk of life.

We are both blind.

 

Blind to the simple forces of nature

that attempts to alter life as it sees fit.

Changing my chromatic contrasts,

Rearranging my binocular stereopsis

to allow me to see beyond the depths of my face

into alternate dimensions of the soul.

Arming me with my photonic like fists of rage,

bursting with energy and life yet no determined target.

 

My truth,

heavily shaded with dark lies;

lies that will one day eat at the core of my eternal illuminosity,

will one day bring forth a new light

that hits the beads of water to form a magnificent rainbow.

One day all the colors of my inner being,

that my monochrome dilemma appear to hide,

will be elucidated.

Set free for all to absorb

no matter what deficiencies may lurk inside.

 

Yes I see color.

I see the colors of love and life.

The colors of love and life that you,

not me,

are blind to.

 

My reality,

I will never see the misleading ambiguity

that spills out from those with

color vision.

But one day you will turn to absorb my presence,

my heat signature,

the many characteristics of my face while I look at you,

my want,

my lust,

my anticipation,

my love.

It is then, and only then

Will you realize

what lies

in these real eyes

and which of us has the true deficiency.

 

 

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

This is a very thorough exploration of colourblindness, longing and thought processes.

"I can only guess,
that white is a fluffy bunny tail
caressing my skin like a soft blanket in the winter,
making the cold lonely nights that bite at my flesh,
but most of all my being,
almost bearable." - this is a great demonstration of the limits placed on a person with colourblindness, as well as being of a person who shakes off those limits in determination to know. I think another simple example like this would have been nice, as these imagined associations are appealing to read.

"My truth,
heavily shaded with dark lies,
Lies that will one day eat at the core of my eternal illuminosity" - the capitalisation seems inconsistent here; shouldn't that second "Lies" have a lowercase 'l'? Also, i suggest that you exchange the comma after the "lies" in line two, with a ';', as it's sort of grammatically incorrect the way it is.

"yet my monochrome eyes see two," - i'd end this with a ':' instead of a comma, to induce a pause and increase the impact of "me and you".

The imagery and vocabulary you have employed within this poem are impressive to absorb, and add to how interesting and entertaining a read this is.

I think you've done a great job, and really enjoyed reading this.
Thanks for posting it.

Good luck with the contest.

[Skye Céibhfhionn]

What a fantastic tribute to the limitless thinking that is granted each person; however so unwillingly met. That we end up in values and measurements of those areas of ourselves that represent the less Us.I loved reading this; as Gandr� said, 'each line an insight'. This following stanza is absolutely breathtaking, leaving tears ready. Leaving heart ready to burst for the anticipation of truth. I salute you for it!Blind to the simple forces of nature that attempts to alter life as it sees fit.Changing my chromatic contrasts, Rearranging my binocular stereopsis to allow me to see beyond the depths of my face into alternate dimensions of the soul. Arming me with my photonic like fists of rage, bursting with energy and life yet no determined target.You leave the reader with an important gift of unfolding and growing beyond frames; that someone somewhere may stop judging by those simple lines of character we may run each day with, and See for real.There is a major deficiency in limits; we know this in moments of realizations how our masks hide and grow us weary. Awareness comes with that very gift, and I feel uplifted for each awakening moment - and this brought many.Thank you for your artistry; for your fantastic composition. Thank you for Being.Skye

[Meet Lola, The Better H..]

Yeah this isn't too bad. In fact it's great. I loved it... I love the twist at the end ^^

"and which of us has the true definiency"

This was great. Stop being modest, it's not attractive.

[Gandré]

We are both blind.

Blind to the simple forces of nature
that attempts to alter life as it sees fit.
Changing my chromatic contrasts,
Rearranging my binocular stereopsis
to allow me to see beyond the depths of my face
into alternate dimensions of the soul.
Arming me with my photonic like fists of rage,
bursting with energy and life yet no determined target. ====> my favorite lines.

I am almost speechless. What a beauty in this poem. My favorite. I could cry. Behind each line was an insight. It is not only for a moment. It is remaining. bravo!

[Li Li]

You are mad crazy if you think any body can laugh at this. Straight up!

I am damn near speechless over here, I am going to have to come back to give you the lengthier (is that a word?) review.

So far, I am over her damn near ready to stand up and give you an ovation!

Li