Sunday, May 6, 2012

Insight


Insight

I met a blind man on the trail
accompanied by two sighted friends
who offered to let me pass them by.
I elected to remain, standing,
almost alone, with my eyes closed,
and breathed in the first decaying scents
of the oncoming Fall and heard
the talking breeze that carried hawks
he had seen before me.






(photograph taken 9-30-11 at Castlewood State Park, St. Louis County, Missouri)

9 comments:

  1. A very sensitive poem. One wonders sometimes who misses most - a sighted person or a blind person. Often I think it is the sighted person who misses what is most important.

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  2. There are more ways of seeing than only using the eyes...

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  3. nice...there are def things that those that are blind see far better than us...i like the gentle wisdom in this...

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  4. Beautifully written! Sometimes closing our eyes is the best way to truly see. Thanks so much for joining us at Poetry Jam this week!

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  5. Sometimes we see far more with our eyes closed than we do with them open. I think because it tends to make us focus more?
    Lovely imagery in this.

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  6. We can learn a lesson in reading your poem ... a valuable lesson.

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  7. An almost perfect little poem. A treat to read.

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  8. oh that is wonderful...and interestingly true....

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  9. Beautiful - there is so much we don't see with eyes wide open...

    Anna :o]

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