Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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' Movement In Black - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

Simon makes it all come together, perfectly,
placing antiques 'n curio's on dusted black shelves,
window-sil ledges with geometric widgets,
navigating his world, by touch, and by texture.
Simon day-dreams about women and stem cells,
despite Canon Law, and his strict Catholic rearing.

And, he likes to muse on the concept of light,
spectrums, and prisms, though opague to Simon,
still he dusts pleated lamp-shades that house no bulbs;
says he might buy some hi-powered torchere lamps;
lie back in his chaise, absorb the dark warmth
of clear hallogen,
and imagine the sparkle of sunshine on sea-glass.

And, no one could possibly comprehend,
Simons' world of black imaged movement,
or how it feels to be gifted at birthe,
as an inspiration with Crosses to shoulder.
And of course, there's the expectations from those,
who know not what it's like to live in visual occlusion,
or they who watched Gibson's '''Miracle Worker''',
thinking Bancroft and Duke got it right!

Still, Simon opens his eyes every morning,
in nebulous, oblique, movement,
to all that breathes, or rustles before him,
with all four other senses, working overtime,
His Cross's lone compensation!
And Simon wants to see an oceanfront sunset,
the kind that gloustermen place before women;
say's that's all he really wants,
and his life will all come together, perfectly.


Comments about ' Movement In Black by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

  • Rookie - 296 Points Thomas Case (3/29/2015 10:37:00 PM)

    Wonderful prose poem. A deep glimpse into the sightless world. Very touching and well written. Please read my poem, the Ball Woman (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie William F Dougherty (7/20/2012 2:48:00 PM)

    A serious and seriously wrought poem.
    [Refinements could make it also an important poem.] (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 111 Points C. P. Sharma (3/11/2009 4:44:00 AM)

    FJR, As ever, you are superb in imaginative sympathy.

    Those with lamps and bulbs
    Live in the darkness of soul
    Blind to the realm of spirit
    They ever miss life's goal
    CP (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duh Huh (3/9/2009 3:10:00 AM)

    This goes on my favorites list. You gave me a glimpse into a world i never gave a thought to. Beautifully written and deeply touching. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (3/6/2009 10:04:00 AM)

    Most interesting viewpoint on how it must be to be blind, one cannot imagine it but I like how you bring to our mind the fact that the other senses are honed just higher and that they give way to a better more generous mind because of it. Sensitively written. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013


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