Rosie Registered Retinas
Evidence Erased Easily
Dogma Driven Division
Categories:
retina, africa, break up, conflict,
Form: Acrostic
Image in Light
Images are light
Well an image is recorded
by and in light
Light which passes through a lens to strike a retina or a
photosensitive surface with an attached brain either
physiological or material
to percieve
I could say that an observer gives existence to an image
though this existence is not dependent on perception by an observer In a sense it is like S's cat in a box The image exists yet does not exist
For this percieved image is not its only existential form It exists in an array of photons
never needing to pass through a lens to perception
Many there must
be each a record???
of passing points
in time each point
recorded by photons
An image in light an
Image is Light
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Categories:
retina, color, education, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
They gave me a new cornea, and I saw clearly for the first time.
I saw color, which I had never seen with my old eye.
I was amazed and excited, but then the eye began to talk.
What are you doing? The eye asked.
I was dancing, in a happy, joyful, excited, thrilled mood.
I kicked up my legs for joy.
Stop that! The eye commanded, in an angry way.
A really mean, annoying “mind me” now voice.
I loved knowing for the first time ever
The difference between red and green
But my joy was overshadowed
For this eye is nasty, and never stops commanding
This eye does not like to dance, sing or whistle.
She does not want to run, hike, or play racquetball.
I finally realized when I am swimming she is silent.
I have been swimming for two hours now.
Categories:
retina, satire,
Form: Free verse
She enters right into the ward and ends the slumber of the night.
Sister is robust in voice, and broad in bust and shoulder.
Regrets the man who told her, once, how best he might recover.
Ten timid men still further slip below the blanket beds,
and fingers grip night-loosened sheets pulling higher over heads.
When on the floor, now revealed, which through the night had been concealed
- a pillow.
‘Who dis pillow on de flaar!?” Not a question, more like a roar.
Silence, not a squeak. Not a man there with courage left to speak.
Then spying in the farthest corner, her eye alights on Battiwalla.
“Mr Battiwalla!” Her cry cuts like a knife. “You in de wrong position!”
“Can’t breathe sister,” his feeble, faint reply. Just a plaintive whisper.
“Mr. Battiwalla, we tryin to save your eye.
Not tryin to save your life!”
Categories:
retina, humor,
Form: Narrative
The surgeons took a photograph
And saw her killer pictured there,
Imprinted on her retina:
The Ripper’s face upon her stare.
*People used to believe that the last thing a person saw before death was imprinted on the retina and this was tried in the Jack the Ripper case – I just imagined if it had worked…
For Deb’s ‘What do you make of this?’ contest (the eye picture)
Categories:
retina, history,
Form: Rhyme