World Of Darkness
My world is dark around me,
Not a ray of sun is found,
I depend on other senses,
Like touch and smell and sound.
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Please! Don’t feel sorry for me,
That’s not the thing to do,
Except that I am blind,
I’m just the same as you.
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I can hear the birds that sing,
As they flutter through the air,
I can touch the gentle petals,
Of the flowers growing there.
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I cannot see the colors,
That make a rainbow grand,
But I hear the whisper of the wind,
And feel the grass growing on the ground
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I can tell you by your footsteps,
Feel your presence when you’re near,
Identify you by your voice,
And I’ve been known to shed a tear.
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Poor soul, how he must suffer,
I hear some people say,
But they close their eyes to justice,
So I’d rather be this way.
September 12, 2012 at 2:48 pm
Chris, I remember well reading this and catnip’s Like appears. I thought I commented but do not see it posted. It may be in cyberspace awaiting moderation or approval. Anyway, I like it just as much if not better reading it a second time!
Beautiful!♥
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September 11, 2012 at 5:08 pm
Such a wonderful poem, Chris. After reading it, I closed my eyes and became so much keener to the sounds around me:>)
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September 10, 2012 at 2:51 pm
I love your poem and its message.
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September 10, 2012 at 5:00 pm
Thank you my friend
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September 10, 2012 at 2:36 pm
That is so beautiful, Chris, and I’m wondering about the impetus behind your poem–what inspired you to write it?
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September 10, 2012 at 4:59 pm
Sandra I have been told I have a gift of insight i write most of my poems in third party. A friend who worked at the blind school in Windsor On was telling me about her job. I wrote this for her. she in turn took it to the school president who asked her how long I have been blind. She told her i was not. The president said she was immpressed that a sighted person could have this insight of a blind persons world. I by the way know no one personaly who is blind. They then had the poem printed in Old English scroll framed it and it hangs on the wall in their front hall or at least it did for many years.
I am glad you liked it.
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September 10, 2012 at 5:00 pm
Sandra I have been told I have a gift of insight i write most of my poems in third party. A friend who worked at the blind school in Windsor On was telling me about her job. I wrote this for her. she in turn took it to the school president who asked her how long I have been blind. She told her i was not. The president said she was immpressed that a sighted person could have this insight of a blind persons world. I by the way know no one personaly who is blind. They then had the poem printed in Old English scroll framed it and it hangs on the wall in their front hall or at least it did for many years.
I am glad you liked it.
I can only say God holds my hand
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September 10, 2012 at 1:02 pm
Chris, That is such a beautiful poem. I am so in awe of poets, I believe it is God’s Gift to you. Keep ’em coming. I hope you are feeling better these days. You have a beautiful soul. Mary Firmin, author Deadly Pleasures
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September 10, 2012 at 1:36 pm
Thank you do much Mary you are most kind
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