Blind Mole

Blind Mole                                                                                                                                                           

there are cracks in every

window and door              floors             roofs and

tunnels                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

burrowing time; smooths mud silk

along the halls

like the blinking ability of sight

an entitlement attitude                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

we are weary                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

bombs flare rosettes and sunflowers     

effervescence of ginger poured recklessly 

spilling bubbles of opinion                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

hawking hucksters                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                         

Easier to fall into

the brackish dirge and

scarlet letter moaning

than rise                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

like blind naked moles 

scratching sidewalls slick with ease and petulance                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

climbing out, the

sunlight    will     burn 

even the sensing of moles

11/8/2020

E.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Relating enlightenment and entitlements how we take sight our crucial sense we think to ourselves for granted. Never know how important something is until taken away in some freak accident. The apreciation of the Moles life is brilliant. The empathy for this delicate creature yet a nuisance species. My Dad is a superintendent of the golf course and hates these things. I heard once " When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn't climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.” You did that here beautifully and well penned. I loved the line " like blind naked moles
scratching sidewalls slick with ease and petulance
climbing out, the
sunlight will burn
even the sensing of moles." Fun fact Moles aren't completely blind. Their very small eyes are covered in fur and are hard to locate. They use a specialized scent sensor on the tip of their nose to locate their prey. Keep writing I've certainly enjoyed it. Sincerely your friend in writing and life

[Einstein Noodle]

love your review Andrew ..you give me credit for way too much ... and thanks for sharing the mole tid bits tho this one is very blind ;) see you 'round .. right here at the Cafe' .. thanks so much for your visit!
E.

[barleygirl]

I find it fitting that your poem was written shortly after the 2020 election in the USA, becuz we're still crawling around in dim tunnels, barely being able to see or distinguish what the hell is going on beyond the cracks & crumbles of our beloved habitats *smile* Even tho we are on opposite sides of some things, Gene, I suspect we might agree that there's a whole bunch of stark raving blindness that's keeping our country from moving onward & healing or making progress (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Einstein Noodle]

Actually I wrote this before the election ;) Nothing so blind as those who refuse to see eh!? I don't think we are as far apart as it seems to you .. we hold the really important things together :)….
E.

[light and ashes]

The beginning of this made me giggle on the inside. I remember when I was little and found out about naked mole rats. I thought it was the funniest thing ever, but you turned this into something brilliant.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahhahah yes .. such an odd creature .. thanks for stopping and nice to meet you ... i will stop by your place presently to repay the kindness .. its gratifying you see a deeper meaning in this one .. much appreciated L&A :)
E.

[light and ashes]

You're welcome!

[Fran Marie]

O h my what a hideous
looking thing the mole
is..is this what we've
become tethered to
a chain like existence
hidden in darkness

I think we feel like
the mole looks, yet the
dreadful feeling within
our very core being
is so.much deeper
and we bend to the
ugliness which you
so aptly applied within
this allegory write
you made us see
the light or *not*
through the blind
mole the desperate
situation we all share

Superb piece here Mr. E

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much Fran .. your review is so kind and very encouraging for me .. thank you!!!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Right now I find myself burrowing through this dark hole feeling pandemic walls
closing in as I try to claw my way through the madness.
Maybe it would be better not to see...once out of the hole, maybe there will no longer be a sun.
And if I have darkness anyway...the clouds just won't matter.
But I'm digging anyway.

such a thoughtful piece of work...allegorical in nature and spot on with truth.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks always for reviewing my stuff jacob ... i appreciate the sensitive read .. and take on this one .. yeah .. maybe cool dark places are more of a comfort than not in such circumstances .. vaccine is on the way and tho not a miracle .. it will make life much more doable for all ... without all the fear and crapola ... stay safe and well ... thanks again sir!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are one of the poets on this site who gives so much...and should receive more.
and your writes always inspire me...thanks for that.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

ah .. you have blessed me this morning jacob .. thank you .. and back at ya without doubt :)

[Lorry]

Sometimes, just sometimes, we don’t come across too well when compared to much of anything else. I do wonder what Mr Mole and friends would think of our goings ons of murdering anything that doesn’t look or sound like us, tearing down their habitat for golf courses (yes, HIM) and generally being the number 2 pain in the a*s, just behind mosquitoes... and the mosquitoes have demanded a recount.
For all we have and what we do with it, they must think our main thing is to take rubbish from stores and move it to home, then bin, then dump... a most peculiar race indeed.
And here’s wee Moley, dogging the foundations, designing and furnishing, with not a single YouTube how to do tutorial in sight.
I wonder if they have a poetry site full of poems about how hard it is to be a moe and the peskiness of humans 😀

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha i don't know, Lorry! i bet there is somewhere ;) i agree .. humans can too quickly and easily forget the we are part of nature too .. all of it .. predator and/or prey ..beauty, grace and decay .. i think we can have too lofty opinions of ourselves and our "plans" ... thanks for reading my friend .. always appreciate you and your thoughts .. peace and joy sir!
E.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

A very interesting poem dear E. It brought to my mind our likeness to blind moles. We humans are sightless and so sensitive to light, especially that of truth. Weary and always prone to err. I enjoyed this poem and the picture so much!

[Einstein Noodle]

yes .. that is it exactly .. the truth .. can be frightening but oh so needed for each of us .. to be healed ... thank you very much for reading and for leaving your comments .. love and joy Ditzy!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

You are so welcome my friend :))))))))

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nicely written! I also like the song (the video was cool to watch as well). I like how you blended the blind mole-rat with your meaning and feelings about life (is what I got from this poem). I read it twice because I liked it and I'm sure I'll remember the song. tyfs

[Einstein Noodle]

top o' the mahrnin to ya Cyprian! so glad we crossed paths .. it has been a while .. i am so happy you mention the song and video .. and for taking time to read this poem and embrace it .. truly feel humbled and gratified that you see my intent in it .. blessings my friend! stay safe and well
E.

[Betty Hermelee]

This is a great allegory for how most of us feel... our hearts are buried underground like the mole, but someday we emerge on the other side with sunlight and joy in our lives...that would be a gift of great magnitude! I loved this poem, really thoughtful and well written.

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Betty .. i feel pretty gratified that you like it ... and love your positive conclusions .. one hopes that the sunlight shines with joy after being a mole ..... ;)
E.

[Betty Hermelee]

true, but moles can see the "light" too!!

[Einstein Noodle]

yes.. they can .. not truly blind in reality. nor deaf .. tho oddly they have no auditory "holes' to be seen ..interesting creatures ...

[Cherrie Palmer]

Okay, after looking at your picture I grabbed the graden spade, ready battle the invasion of rodents. However, I set it aside to see and hear, and I hope others do as well.
Because it's time for a little sunscreen so we can step into the light. Excellent.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes .. sunscreen is a good idea me thinks .. i am a pasty white freckling risk ... so i am told ;) best be prepared for sure .. who knows how many millions are just waiting beneath the surface ;) thanks for your support dahlink! all your input is greatly appreciated ..
E.

[Paul Bell]

This could be wartime, burying ourselves away hoping for the best.
They do say the blind can see, but sometimes the sighted person is totally blind to what is around them.
The human is the perfect specimen, we have everything going for us, sadly technology has taken a lot of the senses we take for granted away from us. Probably why people drive into rivers.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes ... sensing is so underacknowledged .. and absolutely buried deep by some ... such a pity .. thank you for reading and reviewing this one Paul .. and i love what you point out in it .. light and truth are difficult to see and even more so to face with a stout heart .. it will reveal all the weaknesses .. all that has been missed opportunities .. all our fears and pride ... it will scorch us all ..in a cleansing way ... ;) peace and joy always sir!
E.

[Paul Bell]

Hands up who's taking the vaccine.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Not I said the cat

[Paul Bell]

I've not met anyone who is rushing out to get it.