White Blindness
Life in its complexity
endlessly confusing:
wishing, always wishing, for the light,
misunderstanding—brightness can be a blinding,
the endless expanse of empty,
haunting, edgeless, white
Fear, grows in darkness, most say—
some seek, long, mourn for, the loss of light,
but white can bring an emptiness,
just as fearful as night
What will be placed in it, what will be culled
from these surfaces so pristine,
these opaque and pointless places
filled with only light?
Man ruminates are men meant to blur the seam
to meld the two, to skip between:
to live within to grow without the line
write
upon the white.
Deborah Guzzi
Deborah Guzzi writes internationally. Her poetry appears
in Allegro, Shooter, Amethyst & Foxglove Journal in the UK -
Blue Nib &Automatic Pilot, Ireland - Existere, Ekphrastic Review, Scarlet
Leaf & Subterranean Blue, Canada - Tincture, Vine Leaves &
Ariel Chart - Australia, mgv2>publishing- France, Cha
- Hong Kong - Greece - pioneertown, Sounding Review, Bacopa Literary
Review, The Aurorean, Liquid Imagination & others in the USA. Deborah
was nominated for the Pushcart Award & Rhysling Awards.
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A work of depth.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is very deep and atmospheric. Moreover, this picture, which makes me feel cold, is a perfect addition to this poem.
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