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to see
by Kate SwearingenI am drawn, these days, to the things we cannot see
because, in truth, those rose colored glasses of mine
have turned rather grey -
and with them smearing the lines between love and loss
life and light and liberty.
It’s these I wish I could truly see
with the kind of sight that moves immediate from
eyes to
mind to
being as if it were always a part of me.
Traveling through me with boldness and force
and expelling from my soul -
threads of color like I’ve never seen,
like you’ve never known -
that weave us all together in one grand work;
If only we could see.
01/17/2010 Posted on 01/18/2010
Copyright © 2026 Kate Swearingen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/18/10 at 04:40 AM I have been struggling with this myself -and I never thought to see it worded so eloquently...beautiful piece, Kate. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 01/18/10 at 05:20 AM This is the first poem I've read of yours, and it certainly won't be the last. Wonderful work here--I love the fulcrum in the middle: "eyes to mind to..." I look forward to more. |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 01/18/10 at 07:22 AM Yes, if only we could see... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/10 at 02:38 PM Very nice write. And I think that understanding we don't "see" every perspective on anything is to take the first step toward understanding we need to look for other angles and levels of seeing. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/18/10 at 10:50 PM Perhaps you feel, as well, that the things we do not see are far more real than those things we do.
Anyway, I know some people can see and we are all at least capable; it is a gift departed, and it may have some requirements, but it can't be something we are attached to. Thus, the sadness instantiated by the "if only" at the end is unnecessary, as we will all eventually see, the question really is, for how long.
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