Eyes Open But Not Seeing
Mask-clad
pedestrians clutching packages and themselves as if suffocating hearts were
protected by purchases. Rushing to destinations. Getting nowhere. Eyes riveted like the masher in a game of
marbles. Neither play nor passion
dissolving memories of a hapless time.
Not seeing in their staring, strewn everywhere: faces of helpless
brothers, distraught sisters, wide-mouthed children – suffering beings. Elsewhere, tears caught in eyes refusing to
roll down sunken cheeks. Wasted, withered fingers grasping at rattling
throats. Barely breathing -- their final
gasp, hope.
Diana Turner-Forte
Diana Turner-Forte is a freelance
writer who danced professionally most of her life. She revels in nature’s
beauty surrounding her North Carolina home. Her work has been published in Kosmos
Journal and Franciscan Times and she is the author of A Feather in the Wind:
Poetry for the Body, Mind, Spirit, and Soul.
Moving piece but was wishing for more.
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