Seeing
Welcome to the twenty-third poem in my song-inspired series! As with a few of these poems now, I did end up writing around the topic of memory, and I think this week’s song (‘As The World Falls Down’ by David Bowie) did lead me towards that more pondering, ‘quiet’ tone, but I ended up having a bit of fun within that too, focusing on the idea of physical eyes. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this week’s poem!
First Poem In This Series: To Witness, To Behold, inspired by ‘Sowing The Seeds Of Love’ by Tears For Fears
Previous Poem In This Series: Wherever You Are, inspired by ‘World War Now’ by Kreator
SeeingHow are these the same eyes,
these two? Not replaced, not switched
out for an upgraded pair,
no patches or upgrades;
they’d likely squish to the touch,
not that I’ve ever tried,
and they have learned, so much.
So much that it would feel appropriate
to see in sepia–but that was a one-time,
limited edition offer–so much that
it seems they should crinkle,
like newspaper, and rustle with every
slight breath of the wind, every blink.
And yet, there is so much left,
so much unknown, so much yet to see,
that I would not blame them for straining,
humming, vibrating and rolling in the sockets,
or whispering their requests to the ears:
we want trees, next, the biggest you’ve got,
and the response, ears to mouth:
the most we have is a flowerbed, be happy with that.
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