Short Optic Nerve Poems

Blips repeat on man's optic nerve
Reflections of each shapely curve
The impulse to meet
Slows the beat of his feet  
And to greet the target he'll swerve...

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The optic nerve is the longest nerve in the body,
But its really just a message carrier to the brain,
Where sight is actually seen.
The ear, on the other hand,
Is the on-ramp for music,
Leading down the higway,
Directly to the soul....

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I want to pour myself
into your eyes 
and see 
what it is you fear,


erase it 
from your optic nerve
so the gnawing 
of uncertainty
burdens you no more


I look into you
see the birth of pain


and you abandoning it
as if it doesn’t exist


like an orphaned 
new born child


I weep for your denial...

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Unburdened by mass,
star born 
photons
hurtle
through vacuum voids.

They reach a planet
where green continents swim 
in blue oceans.
It is night. A woman
looks up at the sky.

The photons travel
through the gelatinous matter
of her eye and die
on her retina,
sparking electric pulses 
that race 
along the optic nerve,
and her miraculous brain
translates:
I see a star....

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rain lives
in the womb of clouds

black and white clouds
flying over the sky crowd

the sun
on its orbital path as usual

but parched bone
feels the sun hottest

I, the cruel people
kill thousands flora and fauna

luxurious life
dries fully the humane tears

now there is no coolness
in retina, visual cortex, optic nerve of the earth... 


-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram...

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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...

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Listen to poem:

I breathe in your out breath
exhalations spare from death 
mouth to mouth resuscitation 
my existence just a fabrication
   drumming on the optic nerve
   become part visceral part verve
   with electrical impulses sparking
   hand on heart as it's restarting
rebreathing hours they are numbered
time elapses become encumbered 
stop when world begins to spin
I regenerate as I breathe you in


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