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If I Were Blind

If I Were Blind I could see your face with soft inquisitive fingers trekking across the hills and valleys of your physiognomy you, of course, would sit quietly with eyes closed not wanting to look into my broken mirrors from which all sign of soul had escaped long ago. but I am fool and blinded by what I see, unable to penetrate beyond my fingertips into the truth golden verity of the sweetness the ardent nature that is you your face is worn with life it stops me like a wall your depth will not catch me so I fear instead it will demand from me more than I can ever be I will be unmasked.

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Sunlite Wanter

Date: 12/9/2017 10:56:00 AM

Isn't it awful that we so fear to be "known." This is a lovely, lovely poem, Patricia.

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 12/9/2017 10:57:00 AM

I wrote a poem about my blind great aunt, "Aunt Sally is 80" should you like to read it.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 12/1/2017 8:28:00 PM

Hello Patricia,this poem is great! I have seen a lot of blind people they are trained in how to get around. some of them have seeing eyes dogs. They even learn to read a certain way. Have a niceevening my friend.

Jannie Breedt

Date: 12/1/2017 12:28:00 AM

Masterclass Patricia. I am also so blind and unaware . There is another dimension where all is plain to see but this one must be a test of sorts, perhaps.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 12/1/2017 5:53:00 PM

yes I believe so at least we have to work harder, Thank you.

Ricky Muse

Date: 11/22/2017 6:39:00 PM

There is something about a well crafted allegory. It leaves you breathless. Bravo Pat, bravo.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/22/2017 7:03:00 PM

Thank you Richard, and thanks for stopping by to read.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 11/16/2017 4:16:00 PM

Brilliant beautiful and captivating work Patricia. A fave dear Poetess xomo

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/16/2017 5:06:00 PM

Thank you Maureen.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 11/16/2017 2:39:00 PM

Powerful and poignant poetry, Pat. We are always blind to our heart's own deceitfulness, for the heart is deceitful above all things. A brilliant poem. An instant fave. Love and joy always.

John Fleming

Date: 11/15/2017 5:30:00 PM

One of your most powerful poems...it has great beauty associated to it - quite marvelous!! :) john P.s You have two very distinct styles of writing: one becomes almost a part of what you are observing but still remains objectively detached, the other interacts on a far more greater personal level...really rather intriguing. :)

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/16/2017 3:21:00 PM

John what you say is true I never thought about it but just wrote. Thanks my dear Poet.

Vermillion Scythe

Date: 11/14/2017 11:08:00 PM

Nice poem, Patricia.

Line Gauthier

Date: 11/14/2017 10:22:00 PM

Beautifully melancholic, Patricia.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/16/2017 3:17:00 PM

Thank you line.

Silent One

Date: 11/14/2017 4:40:00 PM

They say love is blind.. One of my best friends is blind... His hearing and touch is very powerful... Funny how blind people notice more than those who can see.. Excellent write Patricia..

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 11/14/2017 5:48:00 PM

Yes it is unusual but perhaps part of the explanation is that they do not take any thing for granted as do we sighted. Thank you for your visit and comment.