In the agonizing sightlessness of the dark,
she crawls to regain her consciousness
and balance the scales where two minds
live inside her very core...one defiant, livid
with a sudden vile anger flung unto beloved kin--
The other granting joy's luster through her
kind nature, endowing an essence rosy
as morning petals-- oh cheerful, vigorous
amid the outburst of rain.
Until she swings like a pendulum, ghastly
once more, tearing hours into unbearable screams...
at fault is the one charged of insolence,
while her half-part shrinks behind a dainty veil
But that makes two of them ,
one face ripping the other...muddled, desperate
in life's torment uncertain if she
is dangling back and forth where mother moon
leads the way to the path of soundness, graciously.
Maureen McGreavy's The I of the Storm
12/5/2018
Categories:
sightlessness, conflict, mental illness,
Form: Verse
The fallacies in the lives of disabled’s
A torrential downpour of tears, profusely flowed
upon seeing / hearing what a blind, autistic boy showed
of a world, we know not, beneath the surface lies,
behind the sightlessness of these worldly eyes
A world beyond any possible comprehension.
A world to which we offer our compassion.
What a universe, within, for us to see
as they put themselves on display, set free
all that lies within their physical disability,
to give us glimpses of their hidden ability.
Every so often, one excels, shows what is inside,
where so many others live, and from us hide.
B. J. “ A ” 2
September 21st 2016
Categories:
sightlessness, discrimination, universe,
Form: Rhyme
We stage a dazing drama
Impetuously unfolding with scenes
Spelled by our minds and moods
Where all things happen
With the scripts discarded
We watch keenly a curious comedy
Everyone scheming for greased palms
Gone...when the rules were without exceptions
When shady kingpins bow to Justicia
And their sizzling sleaze unraveled
Now justicia sick of sightlessness
And has sold herself for Greek gifts
For the nuts of political juggernauts
We see strange scenes
Consciences sold out for their bellies
Easily welshing on their ideals
Mooching to munch around god-fathers
Who at pleasure push them around like pointless pawns
And who are they not to play their proprietors' tunes
Or dance to their rhythm?
We stage a tangled tale
A show of shame
Mindlessly becoming butts of jokes
Before our curious children
And validating ourselves with laughable excuses
Categories:
sightlessness, character, corruption, satire,
Form: Free verse
She read them all and did not know
She was the star in every show
I wrote tham all but not tell
For the ridiculous riddle or spell
Had so much meaning like a moon
Playing where tides throb and moan.
To croos the distance of sightlessness
And live in the proximity of her lonelines
Apalled him more
Than his very fear of what is sure.
Categories:
sightlessness, introspection
Form: Free verse