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A Sight to See...

Poetry By: Wilbur
Poetry



Myopia - nearsighedness at it's most nearsighted - can lead to strange sights to see ... follow this one and enjoy along with me what being without my glasses can allow me to see - a sight to see indeed!


Submitted:May 28, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   


A Sight to See

it's true i cannot see well
when i don't have on my glasses
in fact i've seen young lads
where there were only lasses
have mistaken piled up pillows
for someone sleeping in my bed
have stared into the shadows
at what looks like someone's head
have gazed out of my window
at garden beds below
and sights I think I've seen
sometimes shocked me so
I've run back for my specs
to check and make quite sure
no it wasn't someone weeping
or some wicked force majeure
I hadn't see a large bear
no that was not a horse
just a gardner kneeling
all quite normal life of course
but to look out at the view
if i've left my specs behind
can be a good cartoon
funny spectacles in mime
and sometimes I prefer
and find them the most fun
things I think I've seen
over any real true one
here's a good example
a perfect misconcept
i watched a woman working
her garden to keep kept
i saw her in the morning
at noon she was still bent
all afternoon still storming
dig, plant, water, on she went
i really felt quite worried
hoped she'd stop before she fell
when I looked again she'd halted
finally finished I could tell
she stood there all four-square
with one hand on her hip
in her other hand she now held
a small toddler in her grip
the wee one only knee high
in a purple sunsuit sweet
standing by her mama
mama's day was now complete
and how very nice I figured
her family come to see
what mama has doing
and be complimentary
for now a man's approaching
and he's waving right at her
i thought oh, there's her husband
the little one's dad for sure
i watched then as the woman
with both of her hands now
began to swing her toddler
like the cradle on the bow
a tiny purple sun suit swings
back and forth, to and fro
oh I thought, that's really fun
oh wait and please don't go -
I have to find my glasses
for the ending of this day
sunset colors reflect gorgeous
in the waters of the bay
and when i found my glasses
and went rushing back to find ...
she held a purple watering can!
small child due to me half-blind
and now i see the man go by
to a further bed un-dug and dry
and there retrieve a wheelbarrow
forgot there and left to lie
well, i did laugh at the watering can
in fact if laughed a lot
seemed i had been mistaken
no purple sun-suit tot
but truth is now, in memory
purple sunsuited tot still swings
secure in her big mama's grip
and my myopic heart still sings
happy with my myopic slip!






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