Las Palabras Del Dios

Those without eyes

see better in darkness.

 

Those without tongues

speak louder in crowds.

 

Those without feet

run faster in fields.

 

And those without

heads have them

floating in clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-kalebeaudry

Author's Note

A woman got onto the bus we were riding from Estelí to Matagalpa, in Nicaragua. Now, we were used to seeing people come on to the buses and sell things, or tell stories about their sick or missing loved ones and then collect money. This woman, however, immediately began preaching about religion, spewing fire and brimstone and cursing all heathens and so on and so forth. She literally went on for over an hour... and then sold things.

Reviews

[Honestly, Abe]

What brilliant juxtaposition you display here to prove a point about typical suggestions of idealism. Those who are esteemed are so because they are, not because they can. Having eyes doesn't necessarily mean that one can "see", in the same way that preaching doesn't justify a relationship with God. Nice!

[Christopher.Holmberg]

A true seeker, an eye for an eye

wow! did no one say anything?
Great pome here! It's true! :)

[Cassiopia Summers]

This poem is very descriptive, and it flows real great. (: Wonderful idea.

[Lilly]

A great write and look at how contradicting people can be...
Powerful words.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Awesome job, I love how you put; that people who are less fortunate can do things better.

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a surreal work but alas so much truth in the words..although I doubt having no feet would really be an advantage! Literal take obviously :)

[Moonflower]

Extraordinary read, my friend~

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the words. This world is a wonderful place. We can hear and see so many things in a life of travel and open eyes and hears. Thank you for this poem. It was outstanding.
Coyote

[Marie Harrison]

You know this seemed like a horror poem to me. Very dark and spooky. It is true that your senses heighten when you lose your sight. I've had that happen before my other senses was stronger. Great story about the woman. Loved your poem.