My pupils, well- dilated by the doctor,
Widen, huge black moons
Eclipsing the earth, drinking in sun.
Now everything gleams,
drenched with such shimmering white resplendence
even sunglasses cannot dim;
Piercing white
brilliance
Inflames the world,
Blinds simple sight.
Is this really the truth
At the heart of this dark earth?
I find it inconvenient and uncomfortable when my pupils are dilated for an eye examination and here, Barbara Ryland uses this as an opportunity to reflect and give the world a gift of this magnificent poem. "Is this really the truth At the heart of this dark earth?" Beautiful and thought-provoking! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBarbara will be glad to know of your good words. It is a nice image.
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