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Surprising The Blind
by Philip F De Pinto
She surprises the bard from behind
For which she has fallen hard and fast albeit
His rhyme is blind as a fish tank full of glass eyes
But so is his prose blind and clicking
And oscillating its cane on pavements
Themselves in need of seeing eye mongrel
Who feigns sight and pretenses to lead the blind
And she who herself is wanting for sight
Surprising the blind bard from behind
For which she has fallen hard and fast albeit
She pretenses to read the prose and the rhyme
Blind as the eyes on the tails of pheasants
11/07/2014 Posted on 11/07/2014
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/07/14 at 10:51 PM A very nice write Philip, thank you. I fear my eyes of late have been blind as I have written so little in the past few months. |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 11/08/14 at 01:58 PM There are none so blind as those who refuse to see. I was blind sighted by these lovely words of yours, no need to wait for the rhymes they hit me with force, but speaking of waiting...I'm still waiting for Lokuu to return. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/01/14 at 08:13 PM Blind as the eyes on the tails of pheasants, or were you thinking peacock? ;) Nevertheless there is much unseen here and I feel a kind of endless loop of surprises as realizations come and go. I like. |
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