Blindness

The enhanced sensations of the blind.

Is it dark?

Is it light?

...Well, it's nothing at all.

But nothing from one thing

Can paint something by something else.

 

Stormy gray, through the rush of the ocean

Leafy green, through the brush of the wind

Vibrant orange, through squirts of citrus

Raven black, through morose funeral dirges.

 

I can see subtle smiles through light, fleeting snowflakes which melt in my palm.

Angry snarls through beeping cars.

I see the pale fragility of my veins by their quivering pulse

I see the rainbow's arabesque by the dance of sun and rain.

Tastes, sounds, aromas, sensations

Sauté seduction, compose cities, musk rainy days, swing hips in a red dress.

 

Is it dark?

Is it light?

...Well, it's nothing at all.

But nothing from one thing

Can paint something by something else.

 

 

 

Author's Note

I wanted to help create a perspective where one can "see" through the highly developed senses of the blind.

Reviews

[zainul]

Adore your wonderful piece.
This has honored a blind person by explaining how s/he perceives.

[Annie]

I appreciate your words. Nothing makes me happier than honoring another and his/her perspective

[zainul]

I am very pleased to know your generosity.:)

[Horizons]

To know the reality of life this poem can help a bit... where light and dark nights're come together to find out what's exactly behind the lights. I enjoyed reading the piece, I got something new from here. Great job. Beautiful work.