***on Becoming Blind*** Poem by Ian Bowen
***on Becoming Blind***
Life is now as confusing
as an Irish mermaid.
The dye from these thick, black socks
colours my toes in violet.
If you are clever you can feel
the way around your blindness,
where memories conjure images of
colour, and the snow
covers your path in giant's sperm.
A truly poetic image of the condition of blindness which no one but the victim could know - - Ian you have described a real challenge..... best of wishes and thank you for sharing this enlightening verse. 10 Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:22:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is what a blind feels. You have brought it out in a very realistic way. Kudos to your efforts. Nice write.