There is no right or wrong
in this visioning, only sight
from eyes that were born flawed,
unfit to serve, though these lips
know the kiss of fire
& lit, sing
here there is just
my seeing
filtered & corrected
to acceptable degrees,
skimming the peripheral dance
of dust motes set spinning
by spirit whispers
& flickered suggestions
of missed light–
like unread notes
looped lightly in the margins
of a borrowed book
How much is missed
by sight that rings the moon nightly
& bends starlight
or is it simply
a new way of seeing
birthed in these eyes?
Susan Daniels Poetry 
There is seeing, and then there is
seeing the truth.
Thanks, David. You are right!
I lke it, though it gets a bit prosy in the middle. But the idea is sound.—Are you trying out new themes for your blog? >KB
KB, thanks. As far as the blog look, I wanted something Christmas-ish, but could not stand those elves. I decided to go with Badass Santa instead 😉 He will be gone boxing day.
Bruce and i thought about an inspiring each other prompt…maybe on a regular basis…your intrested?
spread the word…and let me know…we can take turns, like every monday or so, or every month?
Oh, yes, let’s do it–it was such fun!
great. lets start tomorrow, i will post a poem or one of you guys and then we get inspired…and we take turns, like next week someone else starts aso….spread the word, i will do the same…but first have to find out how to link properly…:)
Awesome–I will post about it now! All we have to decide is who starts tomorrow…which will depend on where everyone is, time zones, etc.
i am on europe time zone…but can do a post around this time tomorrow…or do you wanna start? we need a platform for chatting…
Oh, you guys are 6-7 hours ahead of me, so I think one of you should start it, if you don’t mind. Don’t want you waiting on this Yank to get up to start things off. 😉 We can do FB for chatting if you’d like…
you guys move fast 🙂
Well, you know we are all impulsive poet-types…
lead with the heart first and pay with the brain later? I know nothing of that sort
your fb? ill talk to audra, if she wants to start nd let you now…youll do a post about this, right? i may steal it or reblog it if you dont mind.
by all means steal it. Friend me here, quickly, & I’ll zap the comment 😉
so, wrote a poem for inspiring each other, heres the link:
franza
(tell me how you like it)
( maybe i am going crazy on this, but i thought about a site, where we could do that as often or as little as we want, having a link widget like haiku heights, so everybody can see the other posts aso…..again, just thinking…)
Good idea–the Mr. Linky thing?
ja, just dont know how it works yet, have to figure out if one has to pay for it aso…if you want, mail me, we can do this together..
OK, sure, just give me a little time, as I am supposed to be working, and not faking it very well 😉
i will start, will post a poem tomorrow…spread the word! am excited…now need inspiration..
I am so excited!
Audra–
Je t’accuse!
Such an individual thing is our sight, so trusted as truth.
LOL, I never trust anything
I see without my glasses on–for obvious reasons, as this poem states!
I can’t see anything without ’em period. 😉
the world is a beautiful blur of color & light without them for me. That’s it 😉
and will the ear that hears me singing
Care that I am blind?
This feels like a kind of musing on our bounded perceptions of a grander physical universe? If it isn’t, I may be losing it! Either way, I enjoyed it.
Oh, I think you are spot on there,
and wonder what my “corrected” vision misses on the grand scale. Or perhaps my corrected vision shapes the skew that makes my words poetry? Hmmm. maybe I need to walk around all day one day minus the glasses to see. Nah. I’ll be dangerous then! Dammit, stop inspiring me. It is my night for loafing around, watching Iron Chef on TV 😉
Well, not yet–I have an hour…
Sometimes the time-difference bruises my brain! I should have gone to bed hours ago!
LOL, it flips me out too, often. Especially when I talk to someone on the other side of the dateline.
In the university, we had a club, Kegites Klub. There is this saying, “the chief is never wrong. He is either RIGHT or LEFT”. To a large extent, “right” or “truth” carries as much weight as we bestow on it. Good as they may be, the less we pursue a perfection of truth, we create fantasies (good and bad) and the less we pursue the perfect “right” we create forgiveness and accommodation.
Either way we are smack in the middle of our own Sympegades and if we push the ‘scapedove’ out first we might just easily sail thru when the rock are relaxing. Moderation is key…. “Owughi ihe nile anya huru ka-onu n’ekwucha” (it’s not all the eye sees that the mouth speaks)
It is not all the eye sees that the mouth speaks is beautiful–and I am thankful for that–else all my words would be blurred…I like what you have said here about perfection, as well. You have an interesting perspective.
Eyes don’t always see the truth … perfect poem to state the fact !!!
Thanks so much, Green, as always!