If only I could see the light
If only I had second sight
My future ever bright would be
The night would never frighten me
And as the hour's growing late
And as the master of my fate
No more self-pity will I wallow
Upon this shining path I'll follow
Until I taste the kiss of death
Until I taste my last sweet breath
Each moment ever bright will be
The light will ever set me free
Categories:
second sight, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Second sight
When you are young, you can only see the future.
When you are old, you can only see the past.
When you find yourself at the right moment in life,
You can look forward gladly, as well as being happy to look back.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
second sight, age, future, happiness, history,
Form: I do not know?
Sonnet: Second Sight (II)
by Michael R. Burch
(Newborns see best at a distance of 8 to 14 inches.)
Wiser than we know, the newborn screams,
red-faced from breath, and wonders what life means
this close to death, amid the arctic glare
of warmthless lights above.
Beware! Beware!—
encrypted signals, codes? Or ciphers, noughts?
Interpretless, almost, as his own thoughts—
the brilliant lights, the brilliant lights exist.
Intruding faces ogle, gape, insist—
this madness, this soft-hissing breath, makes sense.
Why can he not float on, in dark suspense,
and dream of life? Why did they rip him out?
He frowns at them—small gnomish frowns, all doubt—
and with an ancient mien, O sorrowful!,
re-closes eyes that saw in darkness null
ecstatic sights, exceeding beautiful.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea. Keywords/Tags: sonnet, newborn, baby, birth, kid, child, childhood, mother, labor, slap, breath, screams, life, light, sight, vision
Categories:
second sight, baby, birth, child, kid,
Form: Sonnet
Second Sight
by Michael R. Burch
I never touched you—
that was my mistake.
Deep within,
I still feel the ache.
Can an unformed thing
eternally break?
***
Now, from a great distance,
I see you again
not as you are now,
but as you were then—
eternally present
and Sovereign.
Categories:
second sight, engagement, first love, for
Form: Verse
Stone cold sober
I was one day
When a lady
Stood in my way
She smiled at me
Like something weird
Then just like that
She disappeared!
Was she a ghost
Or a lost soul?
Or some actress
Playing a role?
Like an omen
Of things to come
She blocked my way
But left me dumb
Those who vanish
By day or night
Cause confusion
What's wrong or right?
Lord have mercy
On "Second-sight"
Pop-up spirits
Cause quite a fright!
Categories:
second sight, angel, halloween, mystery, religion,
Form: Verse
I can see myself ...
There, in the draft of your eyes,
Not ... the reflection.
Categories:
second sight, beauty, desire, soulmate, true
Form: Senryu
When illumination turns into damnation
And tentative time is the internal enemy
Because those of us who do not fuss
Will begin to slowly sadly sanely see
And the rest of you who will askew
In decadent darkness will boldly blindly be
The world is staged and ritually raged
As our lives unfold in seductive synchronicity
One atom small as one atom temples tall
We survive and sail the salted sea
For we must find within our mind
And yet we get lost in melodic mystery
Are we artificial and sacrificial?
As the wolves devour the sedated sheep
Redundant reruns replicated daughters and sons
In a brave new world within a soundless sleep
And Heavens tide will always hide
Those of us who woundly weep.
April.22.2017
Brave New World - Contest
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
second sight, abuse, birth, conflict, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
I hear a sound
Behind me, soft and surreal,
Almost as if it had traveled
To me through the corridors
Of time.
I turn to look,
And that's when I see
Gorgeous hazel eyes set in a
Delicate face, seeming both arcane
And wise.
Wreathed in moonlight, she
Is more dazzling than the
Morning sun, and when she speaks,
Her voice is murmurous as
The riversong.
She looks into my
Eyes, and seems to almost
Laugh at what she sees there,
As if she had heard
My thoughts.
As she begins to
Sing in a tongue unknown
To man, her voice soft and
Sonorous, she twirls beneath the
Diamond stars.
When her song is
Done, she takes a single
Rose from her long hair, and
Gives it to me, a
Precious gift.
In all this time,
I have said nothing, stunned
At the apparition before my eyes.
With one last look, she
Is gone.
I stare at the
Grass she had stood upon,
Uncrushed by her feet, the rose
I carry the only evidence
Left behind.
My gaze drifts up
To the moon and stars,
The only witnesses that she
Had been more than just
A vision.
Categories:
second sight, moon,
Form: Free verse
She had a gift
Of seeing life
From both sides
When she looked
At life
From her point of view
Everything was
Understandable
And when she looked
At life
From my point of view
She could also understand
Why everything I saw
Was wrong
Categories:
second sight, life, visionary,
Form: Prose
Where once I dreamed in black and white...
Now feelings scribed in colors changed my sight…
The overflow of ideas poured and spilled…
Drained pens scribbling everything instilled…
The depth of a sky to the contour of a flower…
The sunsets shadow that creeps through an hour…
Inside framed silence a world outside my window…
A brushed canvas of dreams with a constant flow…
Categories:
second sight, art, word play,
Form: Couplet
What was the prophecy of
a slow moving floating name ?
To hang a spy from the beam ?
Your face lits up.
The world was translating
the labate grief into small mirrors.
A seed explodes. A magnetized
book of conduct is slapped on your face.
And you start reading the script
in darkness in a beautiful retreat.
The approaching night engulfs
the moon. An anonymous fear
takes hold of this moment before
disappearing in an abyss.
You stoke a desire to collect
the immortal blues and headless clues
and we crawl on the sands of time
breaking the silence by our drones.
Satish Verma
Categories:
second sight, art,
Form: ABC
A Sudden Second sight
It was long ago before horses became a status symbol
and ponies were rich children´s toy that Egon fell to
earth, from the hayloft down to the cow shed and he
had an epiphany. He foresaw a world a world where
there was no stigma attached to idleness, that it was
normal to sleep, curtains drawn, to ten in the morning
and have long brunch and not as now be served gruel.
When he woke up it was 2013 and was told gruel was
healthy kept you fit to get up at six in the morning and
work twelve hours in an office, perform boring work
that had no meaning other to keep people occupied and
in the false knowledge of being useful.
He had slept through the ages, except for lack of horse
Manure in streets, nothing much had change, even
the unemployed to draw curtains open before going to
bed again… not working was still a stigma.
Categories:
second sight, change, humorous,
Form: Blank verse
She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!
Categories:
second sight, funny,
Form: Limerick