Description: I have tried to capture the imagination again with a short poem, which i think is very difficult to do. I was very pleased with my previous poem erosion, though i do not believe that this is in the same league.
It may be far from perfect in writing terms but it is still experimental, and im trying to get back into writing.
Would appreciate any comments, but please look for a DEEPER meaning. Criticism also welcome
Blind -------------------------------------------
I stare,
the wind stings
my eyes and stains crimson
my cheeks.
I can not see,
although I'm looking.
You are blind too,
though your eyes are open.
This is an intriguing write, and leaves much to be interpreted by the reader! One is blinded by windstorm, while the other just cannot see, it would appear.
Truth is, we see more with the mind than with the eyes (or less, if the mind is, shall we say, less?)!
Submission Name: Blind
