Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Who Is Al Fresco, And Why Is She Calling Me?

OK, a poem, again...


My Spectacles

Spectacles, I’ve always had them
At least since fifth grade.
They show me more than I’d like.

Spectacles are more than what’s 
seen than what’s used to 
see them, I mean, like tonight’s 
lightning flashing

Against my bedroom wall now
Across the lagoon
Then all around all at once.

Or, like this morning
The Sky a brilliant blue
Sunlight reminding me of....

But today I asked my spectacles
To stop showing what
Ever they want, but only

what I want.  No more of you
your grin, your laughter
all the joy you seem to have
without me.

It’s simple really, just leave
A few odd things out
I don’t need them really nope--

My redesigned spectacles
Don't paint the world anew
They just omit you, mostly.

Saving me from some lovely
Dissonance for now 
But nothing in the long run



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