"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
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)...
"so blind eyes could have a better view of heaven"...how I love this, Susie!
Wow, I love the depth in your folly~
I love this concept of blind eyes having a better view in open air.
Oh the sacrifice we do to gaze through the needle's eye
It doesn't matter. You and I are going straight to hell, young lady! ;-)
A very telling poem, Susie, agh. Thanks for it. Have a nice day. k. (Keep it up!(Manicddaily)
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.
Really................its a mystery what lies on the other side of the fence........
gorgeous poemmuch love...
This is so lovely. I'm not sure how to take that last line, as ironic or tender.
Wow. I am speechless. Every word a perfect fit. An instant favourite!
You always tell it like it is, Susie!
Love the juxtaposition of blind eyes and seeing here, Susie.
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.
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.
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