The Feeling of the World

November 5, 2009
By .:Mell:. BRONZE, Calgary, Other
.:Mell:. BRONZE, Calgary, Other
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The leaves are turning,
bright reds, oranges, yellows.
I can imagine but cannot see.
The night is cold ,
swallowing me with stars.
It's what I'm told, but cannot see.
New snow, showing off a sparkling wintery white.
I know it's beautiful but cannot see.

But I can feel the crunch of the rich colored leaves,
and laughter at feeling free.
I can feel the chill and the dark all around me,
a new world when the sun goes down.
And I can feel the silence as the colors are muted,
the world finally at peace.

But I cannot see.


The author's comments:
Blind Awareness.

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on Dec. 4 2009 at 7:46 pm
CletusTheCool GOLD, Bolingbrook, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Great wisdom always encounters violent opposition from mediocre minds.."
"Evil is always unspectacular. Evil sits at our table. Evil eats our food."

Beautiful.

The way you worded things really makes me feel what's happening in the poem.


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