Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Better View

Crushed flower petals
bore the scent or nirvana,
but the other side of the fence
was a stair climb to open air
so blind eyes could have
a better view of heaven.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ 2015

16 comments:

Jim said...

Nice viewing on the other side of
the fence poem. Some people can see heaven with their eyes shut, I suppose the blind could also see it with a little coaching.

Mrs. Jim's later reading included the book "All the light we cannot see" about a French blind girl growing up during the WWII time.
Then there is the ex governor who could see Russia from her doorstep (that may not be funny to you).
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Sherry Blue Sky said...

"so blind eyes could have a better view of heaven"...how I love this, Susie!

Ella said...

Wow, I love the depth in your folly~

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love this concept of blind eyes having a better view in open air.

Björn Rudberg said...

Oh the sacrifice we do to gaze through the needle's eye

Fireblossom said...

It doesn't matter. You and I are going straight to hell, young lady! ;-)

Outlawyer said...

A very telling poem, Susie, agh. Thanks for it. Have a nice day. k. (Keep it up!

(Manicddaily)

hedgewitch said...

A delicate rendering of the Folly of belief, which here has an unexpectedly gentle aspect--still, I'm thinking about what a long way down it is from that staircase. Thanks for joining in the challenge, Susie.

Vandana Sharma said...

Really................its a mystery what lies on the other side of the fence........

Gillena Cox said...

gorgeous poem

much love...

Other Mary said...

This is so lovely. I'm not sure how to take that last line, as ironic or tender.

Enigma said...

Wow. I am speechless. Every word a perfect fit. An instant favourite!

Kerry O'Connor said...

You always tell it like it is, Susie!

Hannah said...

Love the juxtaposition of blind eyes and seeing here, Susie.

Mark Kerstetter said...

Oh but to climb all the way over that fence, to go all the way up those stairs (maybe fall, maybe get tired, maybe they lead only to open air!)--maybe that better view isn't for the timid.

Susan said...

I am smiling, just picturing that stair built in hope, always built in hope. Your poem brings to mind a contrast between Hinduism and Judaic-Christian faiths that I find enlightening. Thank you.