In Stillness-Standing 6

#6 in a series of my Soul's Journey

 

That year felt cursed

when a doctor’s quote

Fashioned the knot

jammed in my throat

 

In the scenario rendered

all images would gray

Slowly grow dimmer

while they slithered away

 

Two children with jobs

one near one far

I worked the pedals

they steered the car

 

Entrapped one morning

behind eye prisons bleak

No reading nor writing

falsely alleged you’re weak

 

Screaming on the precipice

Creator! Have you heard?

Vanished now smiling faces

leafy trees nesting birds

 

My outer vistas disintegrated

into eerie murky space

As inner vision escalated

stoked with saving grace

 

Plunged in creepy shadow

yearning to see free

HIS voice thundered light

“Place your faith in ME”

 

I am a Woman-Still

Standing in the Gift of Trust

Gift received- age 40

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

In 1995, I was diagnosed with cataracts resulting in a year of blindness which came upon me slowly until all was dark. In the darkness I learned how to see with my heart.

Reviews

[Constance]

Blindness is, in fact, one of my worst fears. I did a dramatic interp in HS on the speech team using the book to the movie A Patch of Blue. I won awards with that, because they thought I did a good job of being a blind girl, unaware and afraid. The thought did scare me, very much. I'm glad that your year of blindness has passed, and that you are able to write work like this. The rhyme and flow are very natural and unforced, and the message is, in fact, a bit universal. Beautifully done.

[HoorayForUnderdog]

This is an excellent poem series, Becca. Very powerful and thought provoking words.

[Dianne]

I'm so impressed with this whole series of poems, Becca. The gift of trust is one I only recently learned, but it is a powerful gift. Bless you for learning to see with your heart. So few of us ever learn that one. Another great story well told.

[Dizzy-Izzy]

I was in the car with my 9 year-old son the other day when the car drifted over the light reflectors in the road. Boomp, boomp, boomp. I told my son that his aunt once said that was... "driving by braille." His puzzled response to me was ... "Do blind people really drive that way?"

I told him no. Maybe I was wrong? This was supposed to be funny but, I am not sure it's appropriate. I am not trying to make light... not trying to make puns either... arrrgh!

I read this last night Becca, and I really wanted to comment but... everything I wrote down seemed silly. I wake up this morning with this nonsense... ... The pedals, the kids helped you drive the car... yes... ? That was my take on those words and it reminded me of the conversation I spoke of above...

Last night I had tried to make some reference to "light" or "insight," things people with 20/20 miss more often than not. Vision is so much more than what we see with our eyes, something I am learning, from someone you know well...

Love you man... Kristina

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Your work simply stuns me.

[J. James Reider]

Your working in this whole series has been pristine! I am curious about the "I worked the pedals, they steered the car" line.

These poems make parts of my brain tingle that normally don't move when reading poetry... I know, I am weird... lol... It's like this one is a challenge to interpret, and yet so easy to read.

No gem notions from this piece... It will make itself aparent (: Fantastic job, once again. I feel like a broken record, but I mean it every time I say it. The work is so deep and so moving that it really needs to be read more than once to appreciate fully. Maybe four or five times.