My reading glasses are no longer merely for reading but for sight; and sometimes insight...


Cleaning Spectacles

My glasses are dirty once again
Dust and grime cause a halo
Which enfuses objects with a
Neogothic stained glass effect

My vision then becomes otherworldly
And therefore in resonance
So do my thoughts
As edges blur so do concepts

I see and think in soft edged fashion
Hard crisp lines of didactic decision
Now elude my understanding
"What if" replaces the absolute

Tolerance becomes central
Displacing dogma and finality
Ideas that were solidly developed
Into personal bedrock days earlier
Now resolve into questioning

I reach for the cleaning cloth
And pause
Reflecting
To what end




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-23 at 00:10

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Nicely done!
2015-04-24


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very good. Oh how time dirties the lenses of our thinking and makes us see things differently. Thank you for this.
2015-04-24


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
So, that's been my problem! Nicely done, Joe.
2015-04-23


countryfog
You describe why I love mist and fog and snow, not the defined separate shapes of things but how their edges all resolve into one connected coherence.
2015-04-23



This is so clever:)
A marvellous write!
2015-04-23


Bob
it is an older man's prerogative to lose need of being absolute or even coherently true, I think.
2015-04-23