Of course I’m a poet after all..
“Jesus healed the blind man
Rubbed mud in his eyes
Told him to walk to the pool of Siloam
The man came back cured
If only it were that easy
“Mud in your eye”
As they sink another drink
It’s closer than you think
The blind mans story”
So many metaphors about eyes in life isn’t there
Have you noticed?
Did you see that horses eyes – beautiful
We turn a blind eye
Get blind drunk
An eye for an eye – the bible
Makes the whole world blind – countered Ghandi
Back to the poem. It’s not the full poem which is why it doesn’t make a lot of sense (or rhyme) either – sorry – it’s just an excerpt from one of my “epics”.
Bring back the epic I say – but they are not for small places like blogs or Instagram – more for books – and one day the rest of the poem will no doubt be published.
It’s been written in full though and it is long
Speaking of long
There was a rather long post here but I deleted it. I’m not an activist – I’m a poet and a writer
I could be both but I prefer to depict something and then leave it up to other people what they think.
And whatever they think
I don’t really mind
I know what I think
And whether it’s right or wrong
Is down to opinion
There is no right
Only different feelings on the matter
Have a lovely day, mine is just getting started here in Australia.