This poem, like a two legget table, needed that missing one by way of a collaboration that was graciously declined.
If it doesn't hold your cup of coffee don't blame the poet, blame the carpenter...
A blind man inside a room
painted all around in black
looking for that little switch
of that non existent light,
fumbling in the shadows
like that Schroedinger’s cat.
A blind man that cannot see
is the one that see don’t want,
no the tears coming from love
nor the face caressing hand,
closed eyes in total rejection
won’t open to a tender demand.
A blind man, you wish to say,
Oh poor in the shadows little man!
but he, the world don’t want to see,
nothing wrong, just he doesn’t want
to open the eyes inside a room
that in reality is full of light.
Sounds like our politicians. There is much to be seen, but why see it when you can turn the light on in a different place, changing life's focus. Whew! This is what happens when I read very late at night. Best go to bed.
A powerful write...there are many whom choose to walk a path of routine rather than travel on new and unfamiliar ground...some choose to deny reality...out of sight out of mind...well done, a deep and profound write!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
...though eyes closed...there is yet light to be seen from within...internal mirror of self...perhaps if not seen...the light has become total darkness forever.
excellent Georg...
John
Sometimes, its better to walk blindly, away from the light...but in essense, that only leads us to darkness.
The reality of it all, is, to open our eyes, so to speak, and see, that which was within us, needing to be sighted!
Pretty nifty pen, Georg~
Got me really thinking...and my sights are wide eyed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Sometimes we choose to be blinded to not face reality. This reminds me of when a child covers their eyes thinking that it will go away, for instance when they are being scolded. This is a sad write of pain.
Christine
You have got us all thinking Georg but I guess what he really doesn't want to see is the reality of his life and how it is to be. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2008
Very powerful,well done dear man..stay safe and well...Hugss
he doesn’t want
to open the eyes inside a room
that in reality is full of light.
You are making me think much too early this morning, brother. But I guess that's a good thing. And since Schroedinger's cat is a 'Thought Experiment,' you've done a hell of a good job.
Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2008
excellent writing...loved the truth of reality...Hugs, Peggy
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God bless you. Kathy
Love,
ET
Regis
Fee
Blessings,
Joyce B.
excellent Georg...
John
Seems like many are more afraid of the light than the darkness.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love Tinka
The reality of it all, is, to open our eyes, so to speak, and see, that which was within us, needing to be sighted!
Pretty nifty pen, Georg~
Got me really thinking...and my sights are wide eyed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Christine
Cryssa
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
to open the eyes inside a room
that in reality is full of light.
You are making me think much too early this morning, brother. But I guess that's a good thing. And since Schroedinger's cat is a 'Thought Experiment,' you've done a hell of a good job.