"We aren't blind, so don't tell us otherwise"

A photographic time line plagued by,

intermittent thievery,

slid in to fill the gaps with memory

we can see an end

but through a cataract mask,

 

we are blind,

 

blind,

blind,

blind.

 

Waiting.

Creeping.

Silent.

Then ... pounce!

 

Like a stone skipping across water,

Intermittent until, splosh!

Vision in Technicolor!

Like the changing of the seasons.

Inevitable, unavoidable,

 

and amazing.

Reviews

[Vanessa]

I have some deep admiration for this. It's hard to find poems like this.
Meaning: There isn't mush cliche in here. ANd that makes me love it.
Great, great job. And jeeze.... would you add somemore on here. I'd rather enjoy reading some more :)

[Lauren Xena Campbell]

Brilliant! Love the descriptions and the first line really stood out for me. Great one!