New Glasses
To go from contact lenses,
miracles of tiny vision,
to the blunt, thick glasses
my traitor sight requires,
I would need to think
one of two things: that soon
I will be taken hostage,
tied up and left
to have the contacts dry,
curl, and jump out
when I blink; or else
the world is hiding
two ways of looking,
one crisp and one smeared
with secrets that only
nearsighted are privy to.
Guess which one
I have decided is true.
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New glasses
After having been a way for a while it took me quite some time to catch up with your prolific output. With keen astuteness (is there susch a word?) you have a knack for touching on something basic and yet mysterious in every poem you write and share, all food for thought that lingers after the poem is read. Isn't that the grand plan of Poetry? As for nearsightedness I have never thought of it as 'smeary' but now that you have described it as such I don't think there is another more accurate way to do so. Much Appreciated, Ezmerelda
Much appreciated, Ezmerelda