Light Blind | South of the Border
“Oh, but mama, that’s where the fun is.”
— Bruce Springsteen
The afternoon light is so strong
we can’t bear to be outside,
swap exposed patio for darkened room,
shades down, curtains closed.
Sun mirage lingers in the eye,
somehow we find each other,
discovered by touch, ready and willing,
half-blind, whole-hearted.
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The poem sits beautifully on the page, and that last stanza is incredible. Great write, Bill.
This is beautiful. Great imagery, wonderful emotion.
Terrific as always, Bill. Thank god for the turn here.
“Half-blind, whole-hearted.” Sometimes, it just takes a few well-chosen words. Good poem, Buddy.
Such a beautiful image you captured.
Well, Springsteen knew what he was talking about. Epic poem!
Whew!
Love: “half-blind, whole-hearted.”
How utterly lovely!
And there’s no “flotsam or jetsam;” every damn word pays it’s rent to be in the poem!
And what a great finish. Thank you for sharing this.
What ahe said…..every dam word pays its own rent…..couldn’t have said it better. Keeper.
Love the epigraph!
Fractured title to last dot.
Lovely!