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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland 
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Hi! I've been out of here for a few days, with a severe allergic reaction in my right eye. It sure as hell made me appreciate eyesight, the gift we all take for granted..... SO..... this week's challenge is to write a poem about eyesight, or not 'seeing' the beauty around you that you often take for granted. 'Seeing' is a gift it depends on how you use it. Anyone interested in the challenge please post it in this forum... Isis A heart and soul are not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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deleeme Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 1766NEW ENGLAND, USA |
In your challenge I would love to participate--I will post it in Spiritual Journeys--okay? Ya'all come SEE!!! David |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
With Gentle Hands ~*Marge Tindal*~ My friend, Brian says he can see just fine. Quite an accomplishment for a man I know is blind. He traces the lines on my face with the 'eyes' of his fingertips He especially likes it when a smile plays around my lips. So softly he 'sees' my laughter, etched in dimpled cheek. Says he 'sees' the strength in my heart and knows I'm not so weak. He likes to stroke my hair and says that it 'feels' so real. I laugh and tell him it comes in a bottle and the label says L'Oreal ! The part that really gets to me is when with he says he knows that I am surely an angel ... for he can feel where my wings grow. I think he is the angel with 'sight' beyond compare. Brian, my friend of long-standing love, your knowing eyes are wide with such tender-loving care. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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kristi Junior Member
since 2000-04-24
Posts 33Yulee, FL |
I was searching the world for happiness. I didn't know that I was looking too hard. Let you slip right through my fingers. When I should have let down my guard. You don't know of my tears, and the hurt that I went through. When I finally realized, what I was looking for was you. I know you once loved me. That's what makes it all so bad. To know that the love I was looking for, was the love that I had. I loved you then, I love you now, but you no longer love me. I can't believe that something was so plain. Yet I was still too blind to see. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Wonderful work Marge and Kristi. Marge I too know a blind man, they are so amazing, and this fellow misses nothing, he 'notices' more than a sighted person I swear!! I'll tell you this...... No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn..... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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LadySofia Member
since 2000-05-16
Posts 238FL., USA |
Resurrection of Love Swimming ashore from land afar, Reaching a promised wealth, Capturing the flowering scene, Finding his inner self. Walking along a forest path, Stooping at a spring, Peering into the mirrored glass, Soft, like an angel's wing. Suddenly, the wind picked up, The water rippled unclear, He squinted his eyes to see again, A face below overcame his fear. Joy entered his heart once more, He turned about to hold her tight, But when he saw the empty space, He pondered at his plight. Looking back at the goddess face, Smiling there below, Figuring out her watery fate, At once he couldn't say no. Jumping into the silvery veil, Drowning his mortal's soul, Swept back into the current of life, Below on a grassy knoll. ^_^ Amanda Piatt aka LadySofia "To the innocent and ancient ones, the sparks which light our fires." Amanda Piatt |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Hi Isis, great challenge idea. I don't know if the poem was suppose to be optimistic at the end, but this sort of took on a life of its own. here goes...... =============== These eyes These eyes What good are they when they only seek the ugly marrow of a lifeless lie? I chew my bone behind the monotone, a shade of grey she slowly bleaches black. A grizzled taste in mouth I'll speak My toxin tongue spits my foul obscenities in all directions. My victims, aimless shadows closing in I can not see faces, only sense the walls tightening the noise with out apparent sources rising. This torture of my black box, I hate you GOD. Call him merciful, honour his love I deem him whore. I have been the bright little one cleansed and repentant, no naughty things slipped from me, I embraced the beauties then one day I woke… And I could no longer see. |
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7 Member
since 2000-04-26
Posts 113Amherst, MA, USA |
I wrote a paper about eyes and seeing, seeing the truth and seeing the world, in my Classical lit. class, in reference to Sophocles' _Oedipus The King_. When I saw this challenge, I decided to transform my info into a poem. A bit impromptu, so it might not make much sense, but it reads well (especially because so many things rhyme with "eyes"  )great challenge! 7  :i once had two eyes that i thought could see all like the rocks on the path that would make me fall had i not had these windows to the world i once knew "reality," i said "all i see is true" i then met a man who could not see the light "you can't know the truth," i said "without the power of sight" but powers he had that needed no eyes and he told me the truth that the world had tried to hide so i punished my eyes for failing at the task of seeing the truth that hides behind masks and i realized that i a man with two eyes held not the power of a man who was blind |
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