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

[Charles]

Great poem - i like the enigmatic way the topic is presented. There are several ways to interpret the blindness herein and several ways that the speaker could let the light radiate... nice job.

[Dushyant Thadani]

I thank the person who asked me to read this poem, and I really want to know your inspiration for this breathtaking work. Its beautiful, amazing, and just so very special. Loved this work. Great job Yeshmica. I really love this poem

[Michael of Gilead]

If only more were as compassionate

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

beautiful~tender and oh so very wise~

[Linear]

Such love you show in this poem
A great need in you for him to see that love
And something most women want, the man to sacting like a boy.


I so enjoyed this

[Michael X]

wow, i loved this and the passionate flow, such a great poem of insight

[Lilly Negoi]

you know what this made me think about? not about feeling the heat of the sun, but about feeling the shadow of the hand in the middle of all heat. the form of the hand, preserving heat to touch the entire face of the "blind little boy". feeling the shadow and implicitly feeling the one teaching about the existence of light. it's complex, and i love it! and it definitely goes to my list!

[SpokenWord]

This is really good, if one can feel it one can see it through the eyes of the skin.
Very cute poem!

[Nothing Personal]

Yah it is so wonderful. Just amazing poetry in so few lines. This is AWESOME. So liked the lines and what it conveyed. One more reason why i like Writer's cafe

[sarah]

this is so wonderful!