Click
Click
Sliding plastic ball
against the tiled floor.
I look up to see your brilliantly worn face.
I look down out of shame of my gawking ways.
Shhh
Shhh
Finger tips slide
against the rust colored wall.
From the corner of my vision I see you find your destination.
You lower yourself to the floor—waiting for . . .
I stare again.
But what is the shame?
You can’t see anyways.
Your sunglasses are not used
to shield your fragile eyes from light—
no, their sole purpose is to
hide
the sheet of blankness
that resides in those globes.
I cry.
How is it you stole
the blinders I voluntarily put on?
Author notes
I was just sitting there one day and this blind guy walks down the hall . . . Just made me think. Wanted to write about it for a while, but I guess the contest brought it back to me.
A contest entry
- Do You Have An Interesting Mind? by SomeGirlYouKnew.
1850 points, ended October 4, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is really good Potato.
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An interesting view of blindness. I want to say "illuminating" but it would have to be metaphorical.
Nice write.
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'you can't see anyways' was very emotional and moving.
i like the structure you have here.
good luck in my contest.
p.s. what do you mean by "warn" in the second stanza. -
Awwwww, this is sad! I would HATE it if I was blind! And yeah, I would feel kinda ashamed too. Ashamed that I can find any little thing to complain about, when their lives are so complicated. I have a lot of respect for handicapped people.
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