Best Cataract Poems

I was apprehensive.
I guess a little scared;
Though other folks who knew the score,
Had told me how they fared.

The operation's easy.
No worries, it's a breeze.
Don't be...

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Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to...

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"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the...

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I stared into the mirror, wincing at my own reflection,
through eyes fogged by cataract. 
Saw a black tint spreading around my eyes
and face like a...

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For once this is not fiction

Can you change the past?
I yearn to,
But on condition I carry with me
All that I have learned.
But you cannot change...

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Together they sat by the side of a jumping cataract
Watching the sunlight dancing through the smoky vapour
With every droplet mirroring a spectrum of shades
Dreamt of...

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Life, as a pseudonym,
Drags its shadow's shadow, which snarls
Itself around traffic cones and
Streetlamps, tearing at its skin
With deliberate intimacy
To alarm light witnessed
Only through strained peripheral...

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I have from the earth grown pumpkins
Pregnant with a golden lust for words
And scattered seeds white as stars
Across the long green of desire. Birds
Have left...

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She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" - Quote by - Constance La France


With the melodic cadence of my fervent heart,
pulsated the charming tinsels...

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The days go by
as I walk around the man made lake,
churning the tides of time backwards
making butter from the gold and brown broth
a solitary wanderers...

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His granite form against blue skies
Rippling on the bulging eye, wild waves
Of muscles the netting cloud defies
Reason in concrete, his pride raves
In self glory of...

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"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
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Flickering hazel eyes flecked with cataract silver, glittering this way and that. 
Eyebrows high and a piercing pupil saying
'Move this ing thing, lest I punch...

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The veins of brokenhearted sunsets,
blue cuts that scratch the glacial eye.
Raw with mercurial redness of debts,
locked down with crocodile jaws that die.

Breathless air in cataract...

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