An Act of Seeing

from "When the minds eye is blind" - Scientific America

An Act of Seeing

woolen eye lids dry as desert gray

dung beetles scratching out imaginative existence

silly orbs playing tricks

i was eating clam spaghetti in white rue sauces and

drinking some exotic, frozen ................................

crystal-

sweet elixir with

coarse grain sugar clinging to the frosted rim

like boxcars to the track

I guess some things are just a mystery

E.

02/26/2023

Author's Note

Reviews

[FGFRANKLIN]

There are dreams and dreams within dreams; daydreams, nightmares and moments of sheer nostalgic recall. What do we see? What do we want to see? Do the street signs hang like art or garbage in the breeze? We can look and not see or see and not fully comprehend. The pixilated dot becomes clearer the further we move away and it joins the scheme of a bigger picture. But we can never get the perspective of the whole because we are part of the picture.

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much for your thoughtful comments Mr. Franklin! i so appreciate and agree with everything you wrote .. love and peace and flowers ..through those rose colored glasses ;)
E.

[FGFRANKLIN]

Love the Moody Blues by the way...my favorite by them is Question. I love the line in the break where he sings, "I'm looking for a miracle in my life..." Classic.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes .. i think they represented the transcendental among us back then .. such a lot of searching minds and colors

[Ken Simm.]

Surreal and mysterious, light and clever. I really enjoyed this almost whimsical piece of art. It is mindfullness for the troubled. Lighter for the seeker and rich for the artist. I love it.

[Einstein Noodle]

you bless me double sir .. with your visit and review .. God bless those cold and damp "hollers" of the Highlands .. may they always ignite yer own arts .. blessing sir!
E.

[Ken Simm.]

Ach yer bums oot the windah, yer arse is parsley so it is ye ken! But I appreciate it.

[Einstein Noodle]

:)))))))))))))))))))))

[Dara]

“Woolen eyelids dry as desert gray.” For some reason this line stands out to me.

Your profound poem reminds me how important it is to live each day to the fullest down to the last details, especially as we grow older. Live in the moment and take not one thing for granted. Love this one!

[Einstein Noodle]

i luv you Dara .. dear friend at the Café'... i have missed you, your poetry and reviews on me own stuff .. thank you so much! i appreciate you pointing to that line in particular .. for me .. it is an important one ;) love and joy and boundless health my friend!
E.

[Dara]

Thank you! You just made my day. I have been distracted lately with different things going on in my life. This place feels like home and it’s so nice to come back to dear friends as you. I Iook forward to reading more of ‘you’.

PS Iuv you more :-))))

[Einstein Noodle]

;) ..................

[Soren]

The wandering of the mind as it searches for purpose. Yes those boxcars on the track, what is in them? From experience, as many times as not, they are empty.

[Einstein Noodle]

that would be a very good guess, Soren! perhaps it's the conveyance and motion that counts ... and the clickety clack ;) really appreciate your kindness, time and thoughts .. be well and stay well!
E.

[emmajoygreen]

Wonderful! Am silently cheering! Tis true we change through life, each time gaining or losing little this and thats. Have older siblings and frends who mention sly disappearances of for instance, forgetting someone's name.. Who, me? Never! Ha, it certainly happens!. And for the reasons you have so cleverly, subtly, wittily (and otherwise), included in this terrific poem. Read it twice, found it akin to Alice and her looking glass - not sure how but did. Tone and more writing here, sir. Will read again, thank you.

[Einstein Noodle]

what an encouraging review Ms. Emma! thank you so much for reading twice and letting me know your thoughts ... whenever i get up and go up or downstairs for one thing or another .. find myself mystified by what took me to go get "it" .. not finding the "it" as "it" has slipped out the door .. i tell myself it's how the Good Lord makes me exercise :))))))))))))))))))))) luv on ya dear dear friend
E.

[emmajoygreen]

Re- reading - pleasure shared again.. love the song!

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ........ me too ... love those old Moody s thanks so much for a second look and for letting me know .. it means a lot my friend

[emmajoygreen]

'More than welcome, sir.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest E... I have acquired a taste for Artichokes
dipped in creamy butter. A taste for the Exotic is enticing.
tenderly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

yes it can be, can't it Pat!? thanks for visiting .. always am inspired by your reviews and poetryread moreyes it can be, can't it Pat!? thanks for visiting .. always am inspired by your reviews and poetry
E.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow this was fantastic as it went from dung beetles to tasty foodstuffs in a fine intrigue. Kudos!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too, my highlighted topmost one.

[Einstein Noodle]

glad you liked it S. will return the favor for sure
E.

[DIVYA]

woolen eye lids dry as desert gray, speak to me of the dryness of age and perhaps the dullness of vision that comes with aging. The images drawn are stark and I loved it. The dung beetles scratching, added to that effect. The second part of the poem was equally interestingly worded, coarse grain sugar clinging to the frosted rim, such delightful imagery. I would love it if my orbs began playing such tricks on me when I age. It would make for such mindblowing poetry!

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha well ... could just be senility ;) thanks for your support Divya! much luv and peace your way
E.

[Carola]

hi einstein, i particularly liked the first stanza, your pictorial descriptions.
i had to look up the north American word 'boxcar', I wasn't familiar with it.

don't know if you wanna know, but there are 2 sp. mistakes... woolen --> woollen.
rue sauce comes from the french --> 'roux' which is a browned butter & flour white sauce & is yummy.
cheerio carola

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for your keen eye, Carola! woolen is used in America and woollen is for your Brits .. as for "rue" it is on purpose .. my little fun with word play .. the sauce went down with difficulty in this poem .. thanks so much for visiting and reviewing .. glad the first stanza hit well with you ... helps a lot to know!
E.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Perspective is a funny thing; but the older we get, the more observant we become. I really appreciate how keen we become as we age, how much more thoughtful we are of the smallest things. Well done.

[Einstein Noodle]

yes!! i believe you are correct for many of us "old" ones :)))))) once the hurry scurry of surviving is overcome ... we have time to reflect .. and life reviews are a natural occurance in our aging ... thanks so much for your review and time Ms. Linda!
E.