of galactic dust
partially lodged
in the corner of my eye
or a seasonal allergy
from recurrent
metaphysical storms
Possibly eye strain
from poor illumination
of a fading distant star
or damage to my hallowed retina
from gazing too long
at powerful suns afar
Can I blame diminished vision
on “End of Days”
foreseen long ago
by prescient Mayan priests
or is it just macular degeneration
from advancing old age
All seem rather likely
but if truth be told
a cosmic cataract
is blinding more each day
as golden Earth moments
inevitably slip away
© Bill Vollrath, 2014
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Mural num muro de tijolo em Aveiro
"Watching tv is like taking black spray paint to your third eye" ~ Bill Hicks
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2 comments:
I like the graphic and narrative Tony found for this poem!
Bill V.
Glad you liked it, Bill. I don't get much feedback on the photos and art work, and I always add them with a little apprehension that the poet might feel the visual doesn't go well with his or her poem.
By the way, when I read your last stanza, I thought of something the naturalist John Muir wrote: “The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark."
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