Challenge
Okay Prosers, this challenge is very close to my heart. I was talking to one of my dear friends the other day who is blind. She never complains about it and is always laughing and a ray of sunshine but on this day she confessed that she was feeling down. "It's just darkness all the time," she said. Said it twice. Her words cut me to the core. I wanted to say something, anything by way of empathy, but mostly I wanted to paint her sight back somehow. Calling all painters, poets, and word magician
186 reads
Exposure and color
will come in tones
by the sensible fingertip
and desire beneath
the sound of the beach
is the same as it looks
the smell of thin air
and the taste of cherries.
Brightness and contrast,
an everlasting cycle of sight,
like embossed sand grain
filtering between the toes.
Day and night,
warm and light,
and the depth of the skies
will come around in sound.
When I'm alone with trees
I close my eyes and hear them whisper.
When I'm alone with flowers
I close my eyes and hear them dancing.
Everytime sadness comes desaturated,
the greyscales build their symphonies
just to hear the reveries and remedies
of a world spinning round,
it's complicated.