Conjunctive Eyes

[fdelano]

Summertime images penetrate

my corneas, focused by lenses

to ride retinas to optic nerves

feeding the mass of gray matter

for interpretations.

 

Can we trust our lying eyes

that also bring us sights

of sorrow and evil, despicable

visions of decay laid to waste

under greens of innocent grass?

 

Why are we able and willing

to see long-time loved ones

as different beings when they

act in ways that surprise

and dismay our expectations?

 

Does our awareness of betrayal

and emotional destruction change

our brains into gray stone that can

no longer accept beauty through

wet eyes blurring?

[Benjamin]

I suppose most of us tend to see what we want to see until we get too close; particularly to people we care about. G.

[fdelano]

I suppose most of us tend to see what we want to see until we get too close; particularly to people we care about. G.

 

Thanks for responding, G. My idea for this one was to show the scientific reality in V1 that is the same for all of us, unless some affliction exists. The three questions no doubt will be answered differently for each of us, the emotional side of what we see, based on life experiences.

[tonyv]

Summertime images penetrate

my corneas, focused by lenses

to ride retinas to optic nerves

feeding the mass of gray matter

for interpretations.

 

Can we trust our lying eyes

that also bring us sights

of sorrow and evil, despicable

visions of decay laid to waste

under greens of innocent grass?

 

Why are we able and willing

to see long-time loved ones

as different beings when they

act in ways that surprise

and dismay our expectations?

 

Does our awareness of betrayal

and emotional destruction change

our brains into gray stone that can

no longer accept beauty through

wet eyes blurring?

I love this. A novel conceit, expertly followed through from beginning to end.

 

Tony

[fdelano]

Summertime images penetrate

my corneas, focused by lenses

to ride retinas to optic nerves

feeding the mass of gray matter

for interpretations.

 

Can we trust our lying eyes

that also bring us sights

of sorrow and evil, despicable

visions of decay laid to waste

under greens of innocent grass?

 

Why are we able and willing

to see long-time loved ones

as different beings when they

act in ways that surprise

and dismay our expectations?

 

Does our awareness of betrayal

and emotional destruction change

our brains into gray stone that can

no longer accept beauty through

wet eyes blurring?

I love this. A novel conceit, expertly followed through from beginning to end.

 

Tony

 

Funny. I hope you meant concept instead of conceit, even thought the latter may be applicable.

fdh

[tonyv]

I hope you meant concept instead of conceit, even thought the latter may be applicable.

I guess I meant conceipt in the literary sense, but I've been off the mark before. Nice to see you, Franklin.

 

Tony

[Gatekeeper]

Blindness comes early, sometimes comes late, can be described but perhaps not answered, and then come the real cataracts, the floaters and the blur . . .