That is an echoey little thing, isn't it? I love the play on words. But it is about near-sightedness after all... we can't see what is a little distance from us-- reality just out of un-blurred sight... we still see it, but its lines contort--fuzz, and beauty becomes a monster. Behind our closed eyes, we think we see it very well, but we miss the truer vision.
I find this write to be both fun, and pithy-- hard to accomplish, but you did it, and rather well too. --Charlie
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Be always safe,
Karen
I find this write to be both fun, and pithy-- hard to accomplish, but you did it, and rather well too. --Charlie