The doctor dilated my eyes;
My pupils are three times their size.
Since the time this occurred
What I’m seeing is blurred,
But I know things will soon stabilize.
Still, I’m fortunate I can still read
Since my near-sight is quite up to speed.
I can write and can sew
And do most things, although
Distance vision is not guaranteed.
I am lucky I don’t have to drive
For I don’t think that I would survive
Without seeing the road;
Yet here in my abode,
I’ll just wait for my eyes to revive.
Categories:
dilated, today,
Form: Limerick
Consorting with stars,
Venus-Saturn alliance;
Dilated gusto.
Categories:
dilated, nature, space, stars,
Form: Haiku
I know something of betrayal-
how lies can be white or hide in the silence;
a kind smile that glides over violence-
rifle to scope to dilated iris.
The left hand that beguiles
and the tight right fist
Denial of the dawn, sunlight from the mist.
I’ve seen eyes try to hold mine
but waver.
What is it to decipher a smile
that refuses to be labeled?
Mired and incapable.
Tired.
Replaceable.
A void inside bends the mind
and makes it feel unstable-
A too taught wire
Or a fire, insatiable.
This is not a test.
If you should choose to salvage what’s left,
uncurve your spine from rest.
Breathe one breath
(deep, two seconds)
and seek three ribs down, then left.
Crack open your chest.
Wet smooth muscle
pulsing,
daily
divulging
time,
always lamenting,
always despondent,
infinitely bereft.
This isn’t the part that’s best.
This isn’t all that’s left.
You’re more than tissue,
algorithm,
breath?
You’re made of this
and made of what’s left.
Ars vivendi ars moriendi est.
Categories:
dilated, abuse, break up, extended
Form: Rhyme
To dilate eyes
It isn’t wise
To feel surprise
At pupils’ size.
You must surmise
This truth applies –
The doc relies
On such a guise.
Don’t analyze
Or agonize
For facts arise
(And that’s the prize).
But time sure flies
And justifies
The sight that lies
Within our eyes.
Categories:
dilated, health,
Form: Monorhyme
"My heart is broken" I told the cardiologist.
On our first meeting.
Not in the romantic way, per say.
But actual physical trauma.
The strain of living that lie took it's toll.
Not just on my heart, but my soul.
Years of not being allowed to be me.
Swollen heart, otherwise diminished totally.
I would not have survived another year.
That much was clear.
Not another day could my heart endure.
It had grown too big for it's cavity.
You broke my heart but I broke free.
My cardiologist is pleased with me.
Still heart block but normal echo and ECG.
Now, I write poetry and sing my heart out.
Categories:
dilated, abuse, health, heart,
Form: Verse
Life's an adventure
When one's mind
Always ventures
Until they find
The bliss that
We all seem to miss
Yet, it has never
Always been like this
In the days of Lemuria
& Atlantis
When the magus
Resembled a mantis
Greek for prophet,
Or seer
Don't believe
The end is near
Always listen to
What your heart feels
& never what you hear
Since, that'll only induce fear
It's raining angel tears
From the clouds who
Rumble quite loud
Lightning shoots up
Into the darkness
Of the floating abyss
Yet, the sun remains
Above it all,
So, learn to fall;
Yearn to arise
So high,
You reach past the sky
As time passes by
& surpasses my need for glasses
Categories:
dilated, imagination, introspection, journey,
Form: Rhyme
when the eternal night blessed our kiss
within deep trenches of beauty we held
you left the sorrowful night with a hiss,
shall forever be a treasure withheld
a sheer memory of human nature
wondrous night that is forever praised
but thoughts like these tend to become glaciers
as that day becomes a living record
of that night your lips touched upon mine
but with memories, some float till the end
under the swinging lamp of frozen time
with me, you remain forever adored
with your ruby fire lips and gold hair
in the twilight night we once shared
Categories:
dilated, adventure, happiness, life, lost
Form: Sonnet