Stick Sight Poem by Kolade Seun

Stick Sight



Dark clouds; Bright world.
Eyes closed; only to this world.
The real world dwells behind my eye walls.

My Touch, taste,
Ear and smell are open to the grotesque world.
My eyes are open to the real world.

Like a small sun,
only I see the best real deal.
I feel the earth's stiff
I cry for the open heavens gate.

My beauty is the light behind my shell.
My anguish is the lust for the lame world.
My consolation is the only thin family I have; my stick.

Friday, August 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
To the blind men and women who only see through their sticks. Who may not even see my lines.
I doff my hat for your stick.
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