Flying Blind

I

Laying in bed, awoken to a sudden silence.

Darkness thick like a blanket. I can’t see.

My eyelashes brush against the pillow.

They sound loud. Grating. Brittle.

My fingers reach from under the blankets.

Groping slowly, tips flared back from palms.

A cool corded neck brushes my wrist.

The lamp, as cold and dead as a cod.

Down my hand travels. Confident now.

BANG! I forgot what I left there that fell.

Hands pull back and I push myself up.

Feet drop down through cooling air.

The floor comes too soon. OuCh!

The stillness is thick. Breath loud.

The electric hum of our life dead.

There is no silence like it, that

takes our sight on a dark night.

 

II

I stand, face to the early spring sun.

So bright I close my eyes to it.

Let my senses tell me about things.

CrEaK! That broken branch rubs

crying a death song in the wind.

TAPPPPP TAPPPPP TAPPPPP

Rustle. Thwwwwwwop. Two!

Woodpeckers start the ritual.

Clouds make the air chill,

and my eyelids flutter against

the shadows they throw down.

CrUnCh! cRuNcH! The snow

breaks under dog feet running.

Thssssssssssssssip. Thssssssssssip.

Tires on asphalt covered in melt.

I can almost feel their passing me.

 

III

I close my eyes. My fingers seek them.

Two nubs. F and J. The ‘home keys’.

I can type blind, and fast, if they I find.

A new keyboard is slower though.

Why can’t they all be the same?

Waiting for inspiration, eyes closed.

I rub the keys, worn smooth from touch.

Fingers brushing F and J. F and J. Home.

If only I could find a place that felt

that good to the touch. That made sure

my words, and world, made sense.

I can type blind with my homekeys found.

Without them I am flying blind. Making

no sense. No words that matter. A cat

chasing shadows on a keyboard left

unattended, or by a muse gone quiet.

 

IV

Close your eyes. Don’t make eye contact.

Keep still. Very still. Feel the seeds in your hand.

Listen for them. Twittering. Flying. You can HEAR.

Did you know that? Wings sound so LOUD when you

aren’t looking for them, or counting their beating flight.

I wait, still. Listening. FEELING their approach. Cautious.

The bold chickadee challenges me, but wants the seeds too.

She lands, sharp feet holding tight to my skin. I don’t flinch.

Suddenly a rush of air, hard feathers dust my skin and she’s gone.

A fly by, a feeding bomb done by a woodpecker. I stand, alone. Again.

 

Brian has us thinking about being blind, or being without sight as we compose poetry for dVerse. So often we use our sight, even in our comments, “I can see that!” but there are other senses that can also convey the story when we lose, close or bind our eyes. Β I will try later to do a blind contour drawing to add here. Until then, visit the other amazing poets taking on this challenge!

 

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26 Comments

  1. March 14, 2014 at 8:52 pm

    I like the images you paint.. but that woodpecker.. surely then it’s time to open your eyes..

  2. Brian Miller said,

    March 14, 2014 at 9:29 pm

    A cat

    chasing shadows on a keyboard left

    unattended, or by a muse gone quiet…ha…i could type blind if it did not need to make sense…smiles….cool on the feed time in that last one…actually i love the sound devices you use in the second one….smiles…cool response shanyn

    • shanyns said,

      March 14, 2014 at 10:16 pm

      πŸ™‚ Glad you liked it…was reaching for somethings but not sure if I made the ‘touch’ connection!

  3. March 14, 2014 at 10:42 pm

    Wow… you covered a lot…I like the crunchy sounds, the floor to soon and the muse gone quiet… you really ran the gamut!

    • shanyns said,

      March 15, 2014 at 2:35 am

      Thanks! πŸ™‚ It was fun. I hope I did Brian’s prompt justice.

  4. kkkkaty1 said,

    March 14, 2014 at 11:31 pm

    Great to actually try being blind and keep notes ..like the typewriter as ‘home’ πŸ˜‰

  5. lynndiane said,

    March 15, 2014 at 12:02 am

    Still wondering what fell with a BANG in the night?! i like the sounds, smiles, and winged beauty!

    • shanyns said,

      March 15, 2014 at 2:40 am

      It was the flashlight, with which I could (of course) seen better! But it rolled under the bed. πŸ™‚ Glad you liked this set.

  6. Grace said,

    March 15, 2014 at 12:09 am

    I enjoyed the sounds and snapshots of your life Shanyn ~

    • shanyns said,

      March 15, 2014 at 2:41 am

      Thanks! πŸ™‚ I was going to keep going but will save some for another ‘senses’ prompt!

  7. rmp said,

    March 15, 2014 at 12:36 am

    stunning…each as wonderful as the next…I too feel home with f and j…even find it easy to compose digitally when I can close my eyes and just feel the flow between my words and the keys.

    • shanyns said,

      March 15, 2014 at 2:42 am

      So very pleased you enjoyed these so much! It’s nice to close our eyes and let our fingers do the ‘walking’ isn’t it?

  8. kaykuala said,

    March 15, 2014 at 3:52 am

    Close your eyes. Don’t make eye contact.
    Keep still. Very still. Feel the seeds in your hand.
    Listen for them. Twittering. Flying. You can HEAR.

    Creating blind can be most revealing and innovative. The mind somehow covers more grounds roving and the result can be astounding. Wonderful write Shanyn!

    Hank

  9. ManicDdaily said,

    March 15, 2014 at 4:24 am

    I have a great deal of trouble with my vision so this struck a definite (scary) chord with me. Thanks, Shanyn. K.

    • shanyns said,

      March 15, 2014 at 10:22 pm

      Thanks for coming by, although I hope the chord is struck wasn’t too bad!

  10. Bryan Ens said,

    March 15, 2014 at 5:35 am

    You really captured how our other senses take over when we close our eyes

  11. claudia said,

    March 15, 2014 at 8:49 am

    nice… i like all the different scenes and places you captured…i type blind as well..so convenient… i like the sound of wings..how they become loud when we close our eyes… it def. is cool how other senses take over when we close eyes and how different the world feels… ouch on the floor coming too soon… i shine my way out of bed with my iphone…no bedside lamp at my place..not even a bedside table…everything lies on the floor… oy

    • shanyns said,

      March 15, 2014 at 10:24 pm

      Keeping things on the floor can be good, as long as your stacks don’t get too high! *smiles* Glad you enjoyed this!

  12. lucychili said,

    March 15, 2014 at 9:46 am

    great moments, the bird is tangible

  13. March 15, 2014 at 11:11 pm

    Each stanza stands on it’s own and just sizzles with sense-images. Wonderful ideas in this, Shanyn. And I still haven’t done that contour drawing. Time has been so elusive.

  14. Akila said,

    March 20, 2014 at 5:42 am

    very very visual! yep! πŸ™‚ I can see you feeling those senses


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