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Ocular Migraines

I see the wake 
of what I look at
objects casting ripples
through the sea 
of visual fields
like a boat or Nessy
cutting water
in zig zags
its trail allowing 
secrets, coloured 
kaleidoscope waves
rips and tears
peep holes no less
an honoured glimpse
into the mechanics
of reality, I hope
nobody up there
gets into trouble
for showing me
things they shouldn’t
how things are working
behind the scenes

Categories: ocular, color, health,
Form: Free verse

Ocular Occlusions

Looking through a simple magnifier
Words look as big as your thumb,
Meanings, however, are not a justifier
For our being so outrageously dumb.
Never believe everything is as you see,
And be careful not to draw conclusions
For lots of things are very likely to be
The result of our ocular occlusions.

written November 30, 2021

Categories: ocular, humorous,
Form: Light Verse

Ocular Shapes

Have i not intervened with the shape of the sea
Or vision vivid mountains with fish jumps
So pure the look like their soft skin
Forming shapes' never seen
Craving for more,

Ocular shapes surround us 
Yet without we're still living




August,11,2018

Categories: ocular, sensual,
Form: Imagism

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Ocular Fixation

Looking in her eyes
i see the brightest light to burn the skies
and wondered how i lived without her

a smile that would make me wanna start to say she opened up my heart
but then again i wrote it all in a letter


she makes my flaws so small
said you'll never have it all unless you own up

Categories: ocular, appreciation, beauty, blessing, feelings,
Form: Free verse

Ocular Reasoning

By my eyes, I have sight
In this, I find comfort in the physical objects I see
For I know these to be existent in the light
Do not the birds of the air have sight of their nesting tree?



What is in sight, that of which is perceived?
Is it a distinction between reality and fiction?
Surely, what I see

Categories: ocular, poems,
Form: Sonnet

Ocular Floaters

Vacant but for
minute shadows,
I’d mistaken
for clouds

our sky has lied
again; it is
only blue;
chastely blue.

No longer do you
wait secretly 
behind celestial
skeins of dust.

You are only in my eyes.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
September 16, 20012

Categories: ocular, loss,
Form: Free verse