#2 blindness (poetry marathon)

the air was crispthere were shadows otherwise all was dark.

Walking, more like a stroll


eyes like rocks so heavy, unable to open.

A streak of light answered, ” good morning!”


To be honest….is it morning or is it night?

The light has a warmth gathered together in its brightness.

Could it be that soft moonlight that appears on a partly cloudy night as one walks through an evergreen forrest of alders, pines, and cedars

and the echoe of crickets along the silent movement of nasty mosquitoes ready to land on their next culprit?

All i see is light.



As the sun came up

the warmth spread down under.

Waking up sea anemones, star fishes, fishes, dolphins, to start off the day.

The fishes pass each other in a hurry to get to their morning location filled with delicious food.

Dolphins play with a smile.

There is always that big bad …. shark.

Makes a slow encounter to the surface, slyly looking for its breakfast.

As it comes all creatures turn down their smiles and remain still or swim far away as the warmth became cold.

As the shark meanders on its way

all comes back with a smile.

Beginning a new day, today.