Short Cataracts Poems
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Cataracts are bothering me, checking it out
Blurry at best, peeing in the sink or thereabout
Walk into walls
Drink ethanol
Lately by mistake, I've even eaten sauerkraut
he
smiled
and told me
how i was beautiful
he suffered from cataracts
but nonetheless
he was sweet
in such a
loving
way
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on June 27, 2019
post
impressions
obsess
the scene
yellow
cataracts
colour
bristles
synthesise
in twisting
twirls
to console
a troubled
mind
Today dear wifey poo will be having cataracts removed
This weenie here cringes at the thought, heartily disapproves
Rather use a cane
No needle that's insane
To inflict this torture, surgeons are surely unmoved
Imagine if you noticed a deterioration in your sight
How would that suddenly and forever change your life
Happily, if it's just cataracts
A simple procedure corrects
Laser treatment is worth the inconvenience at any price
Life
sails through
the blind turns
zig-zagged all-through;
Surprises surfaced -
Dimensions of truth changed
Mind's vision got clearer
with the cataracts of eyes
Let the inner light guide you through
this abyssal depth of life's ocean
Let wisdom accompany the voyage...
Kiss my eyes
with your lips,
inhale the visions,
peel ing strips,
cataracts
from all the years,
layered horrors,
gathered fears,
gently excise with
your blade,
honed down from
the love we made,
clouded corneas
of pain
to
let me see
love's light
again.
I
For every scene: washing waterfall
For any gift for my children, phonecall
For every travel you made possible
I feel so grateful, hopeful, O Eternal
II
For even in pollution, this unknown lake
Is a source of beauty: ibis, coot, drake
For ducks, too, and unknown cataracts
I celebrate Creator's provision, love-acts
Pandemonium
Pandemic
Frightening
Forest fires
Polar bears dying
Climate change
Depleting ozone layers
Exacerbates cancers and cataracts
Mask versus no mask
Political parties fighting harder than ever
Black lives matter
Versus The police
Fox news
Versus all other news stations
Chaos
In America now
bald eagle circling bare fields
cropped grain in sharp focus -
hare fair game for nature’s call
waterfall refusing to rise above
climatic change to see for all -
central vision gravely impaired
cataracts speeding up shadows
snow fall veils scarred curtains-
crow cautiously picks bull’s eye
05th February 2020
Sweet doves, voices dripping
From the rustling tips of leaves
Spring comes singing from the trees
Hear the waters chorus
Rivers dancing down the mounts
To wake the loud snoring seas
My own heart, the drum
Throbbing with happiness, shouts
Splashing cataracts of glee
O sweet orchestra
Of love what melody breaks
From God’s great eternity!
I’ve had my eyes tested
And I am 20/20
I am not short sighted
Nor long sighted
My eyes are healthy
There is no glaucoma
No floaters
Nor cataracts
My sight is perfect
So why is it
When I look at you
I see an angel
When you are anything but
I asked the optician
Why, with such perfect vision,
Can I not see betrayal?
He told me
That I have perfect vision
Its just rose tinted
Form:
My cataracts are common and very aggravating
I’m told everyone over forty has them,
They certainly are on the optic nerve grating
By distorting and causing my vision to dim.
Trying to watch a movie is certainly frustrating
As faces are contorted and scenes become grim
While blinking often my eyes are adjusting
And tears are flowing from my eyes’ outer rim.
written November 9, 2021
You have ever seen it happen
Blindly you fall in love on the way
Joy all over your heart
But she is a girl fiend
Another one appears in horizon
Grapple with her you do
Cataracts all over your face
But he is a fiend fiend
In the Facebook she smiles
Curiously you take on her
Saliva rolling as pages roll on
But she is only a fiend
Human heart is a mystery
In need of a friend, a fiend comes
Blinded by the flash, the mirror causes cataracts.
Shocking actions, and taken back by this flesh.
Silhouettes on the wall, grinning at the darkness.
Feels warm on the outside, chilled on the inside.
Pain is all that is real, rusty needle in the skin.
Shattered, broken bones. No limbs, amputee.
Bringing back death! Preaching to the choir.
No need for the razor. No need for this rope.
Suicide was so five minutes ago.
Form:
COPLA CINCUENTA Y CINCO: This Bad Guy World
Centre-half’s the heart of defence
Danger comes from the Right and Left:
Ball politics
When heart’s corrupt fickle sans sense
Enemy dribbles through with zest:
Goal posts drumsticks
The second line’s the general
Prince and people rally round him:
Alert spearhead
Goal keeper pulls skin over all
Defence cataracts make him victim:
Balls bounce dead ahead
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
For most of the people I know,
Our ages are starting to show
And since eyes, hips and knees
Don’t come with warranties,
To replace them’s the best way to go.
Thus, for cataracts or the main joints,
Pain or blurriness usually points
To a doctor who will
Send a Medicare bill
When a new lens or bone he anoints.
Just like houses and care, things wear out
And it isn’t enough just to pout.
Let the surgeon repair
What needs fixing, so there
Will be years left to gambol about.