blur

surreal escapades when reality becomes hazy

Disappearing lakes engulfing disenchanted thoughts
The lack of coherence embedded in sand
Windshield moist with raindrops on forgotten mornings
I have not come to accept it, not yet.

A town full of blind people,
Colors taking a walk into dark alleys
Undeveloped photos fading in silver
The road in front is not visible, at all.


© Nothing Personal. March 03, 2011.

Author's Note

It's circumstantial

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like these words. Each line could take you to a different place. This is my favorite kind of poetry. Allow the reader to think and try to see what the writer is saying in their words. Many vision of people and life are hidden in the word. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[cfix]

This is wonderful, I really enjoyed this.
Outstanding Imagery.

[Moflo]

Wow this is incredible! Your images are perfect and you really bring them all together with the feeling of dread and uncertainty. I love this!

[Jeff]

Amazing work!

[SpokenWord]

Not accepting something can send us into a blur during our days that is for sure. I like how you described this in your poetry, those little scenes where we just seem to drift away in a mindful haze. Excellent write.

[c.m.]

It's amazing, is what it is! This poem was unbelievable, even from the very first line....almost palpable really. Outstanding piece of poetry you have here.

[J.M]

Ooooh - i like this. Sorry to sound quite so shallow but that was the first thing that came to mind. For me it is somewhat reminiscent of John Wyndham's the day of the triffids, with fantastic imagery and a clever message. It seems we are all like blind people, with the past turning to haze and the future a mystery which we are doomed to keep blundering into. Really nice work on this, as previously stated i like it a lot.