Heat

Waiting for the little blind boy to realize he's neither blind nor a little boy...

It’s hard to tear myself from you, oh little blind boy
With once perfect sight smothered by sun-dried mud.
You taste the sting of Earth and declare light doesn’t exist.

Rather than scrape your blinders away
I cast my hand up to the light
Allowing the heat to radiate through my fingers onto your face.

I know you feel it.

When will you?

Reviews

[tynamite]

I didn't even know there was a religious reference.

[Hollow Man]

Wow, this is great. Very seldomly does a poem strike me wordless...

KGS

[Brad]

metaphorically biblical, the jesus reference in here fits impeccably with your speaker...nicely done!

[Brian Kraklau]

i feel it and it is wonderful, great wright

[Marie Harrison]

Very sweet poem.

[Fran Marie]

an insightful piece .....nicely expressed and well penned

[I-smile]

Wanted to read more about him not being a little boy..
interesting piece!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is unique, i like the way you presented this subject, by the end i wanted to read more. nice!

[Goodbye]

Very engaging - I see this as self-reflection and discovery. Very, very good!

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this speaks on many levels - I like a poem that stretches the reader to read in between lines ..extremely subtle but expressive piece