Blindness

Blindness

A Poem by Lionel Braud
"

this is a poem that wanders

"

Blindness

 

The Scattered mind telescopes to the North Star,

Orientation at any midpoint is futile

Like thrown aloft newspaper clippings

Following some misguided path of fortune,

 

Paper tornadoes wormhole words

Deploying them into accidental poems,

Meanwhile the message remains placid

In back alley confrontations

 

And traffic ensues like working ants

But the drivers don’t know

That their heart has been misguided

To the surreal, monotonous beat of a carousel,

 

The music seems to pursue some deep seated myth,

My mind drives me there sometimes,

Behind the walls of a stage,

Actors gesture superfluous movements

 

And the shadows they show,

The light that silhouettes their configuration

Motions the emotion in me.

 

But getting back into my own head

The camera pans inwards,

My eyes sunken

Looking like a predatory ghost

 

Thinking far adrift

Sails beckon the course

Towards the edge of the earth

Thoughts like limbs

 

They waver outwards

Like a blind man, fretting

His way down the path,

Recognition of the old signs

 

They seemed to have ceased

Into the dark ages,

Into cold placid blackness

Like the sea beyond daybreak

 

Then a light kindles

From nowhere,

Unfolding from nothing else

Other than itself…

Some spark of divinity, I guess

Had to have made its way through

 

Dreaming, awakening to a greater dream

Who says blind men can’t dream in color?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Lionel Braud


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I liked the feel of this piece, the way that it seemed to move in and out, of the physical and the psychological, as if it were a walking dream or perhaps dreaming a walk, as it appeared to a cursory glance to be somewhat random, yet everything was tying some physical image to a mental thought - destroying that line between seeing in color and thinking in color, which would thus in the end allow a blind man to dream in color....

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked the feel of this piece, the way that it seemed to move in and out, of the physical and the psychological, as if it were a walking dream or perhaps dreaming a walk, as it appeared to a cursory glance to be somewhat random, yet everything was tying some physical image to a mental thought - destroying that line between seeing in color and thinking in color, which would thus in the end allow a blind man to dream in color....

Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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