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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.

Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017

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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. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply

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. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply Patricia Cresswell Date: 11/22/2017 7:03:00 PM Thank you Richard, and thanks for stopping by to read.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 11/16/2017 4:16:00 PM Brilliant beautiful and captivating work Patricia. A fave dear Poetess xomo Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply

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. :) Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply

Line Gauthier Date: 11/14/2017 10:22:00 PM Beautifully melancholic, Patricia. Login to Reply 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.. Login to Reply 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.