Maya Kaabour Poet Free verse

To These Glasses That Have Made Me See

I never really got the chance
To thank you
For these glasses that
Have made me see

The beauty in this world that my nocturnal spirit
Has shut away
Like the wings of a bird
Shielding itself from the scorching sun

Summer fields
Cherry trees
Lovers on freshly mown grass
Fire flies

A purple phlox
Sun-kissed petals
Clear heavens

Autumn trees
Hazelnuts
Emerald woods
Wonderful shapes dancing in a burning campfire
Warmth

White pine trees
Snow and wind
Multi-hued scarves
Hot chocolate
A kitten playing with wool

My eyes could almost tear
From seeing what has been hidden
For so long

But I could swear
The splendor is sometimes too much to bear

The aroma of strawberry fields becomes
Much too strong
Almost suffocating
The morning glories wrap my arms and legs
With their stems
The bright side begins to burn my skin

I see smiles
I see a child licking an ice-cream cone
During a hot summer's day
I see the perfection in butterflies
Leaving their cocoons
I see spring predominate the universe

I see so much until everything looks
Almost the same
Special
And beautiful
In its own way
Like the wedding gown
And the pall

I see my life
Flashing before me
The charm in this world would kill me if I saw it all

And I could swear
The splendor is sometimes too much to bear.

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 25, 2010 at 8:45 AM I am happy your poetry was among the poetry I had a chance to read today Maya. Thank you for sharing your writing. Love, Carol

Michael J. Falotico August 25, 2010 at 6:37 AM Everyone takes it for granted, but you see clearer then most....lovely write Michael

Poet Destroyer A August 25, 2010 at 4:51 AM Maya, glad your glasses gave you a better visual and vision of reality. Most peeps don't bother to look way in to deep, Enjoyed the thought and irony of your poem,..p.d.