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Fri 9 May, 2003 11:48 am
My neighbor jabbers on.
In the heat, my walking stick
strikes on the street.
Cyclers and joggers sweat by,
puff through dirty air.
He says evening sun
juices the day,
pours into the horizon,
soaking the skyline
with colors of sticky flavor.
"Amazing," I say
as he tries to share,
how it mingles and twirls
in his eyes. Banana, mango
and peach fuzz skies.
-Ariannah
Welcome, Ariannah!
Love your poem. Is the protangonist blind or just listening to another's description?
Peach fuzz skies--what a wonderful way to think of a softening sunset.
Thank you Diane
Yes, the narrator has been blind from birth.
-Ariannah
Hello and Welcome!
Well written work. D.H. Has a client who is blind and yet writes technical manuals for the blind on how to use computers. ( he has several of his own. Amazing man!) So I can relate to your work.
Good job, hope to see you around on the other message boards!
Hi,
I just joined too. I love your poem. You have a wonderful sense of language. Great description. I hope to read more from you.
Bye,
RavenEye
Thanks for such kind words.
Wonderful poem...I really loved it, it stirred up vivid images in my minds eye. Really lovely.
A little off track, but I read a book once about a man, a true story, and he wrote a book through blinking, dictating the words through blinks after a paralysing accident. I can't think what it was called...oh! I'll let you know if I remember.
Carrie
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