blind girl, blind girl,
lost in a darkness river,
drowning, drowning,
then, rythm! patter-patter,
a footstep, clap clap,
you can see it in her eyes
blank and staring wide
at the form of the noise
"rejoice" her blank eyes cry
drum roll, her feet shift
the ground begins to form
heart stop, the beat lifts
crescendos all around
odd-eyed and off-balance
she stumbles to the tune
leading in the dance that should be
filling this stony room
but the rest of the worshipers
fix their lying eyes
on the words they are chanting
until the time dies
still as statues
lips moving in rows
eyes bending backward to mock
her oratorical throes
they finish and file out
into the devil's arms
she stumbles after
betraying with halting step
the fact
that she walks in a world of light
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wonderful. i'm not sure who worships rightfully. she may be blind, however she walks in a world of light. is it in blindness that she files out into the devil's arms? all those who chant still as statues? i don't quite know which way to go, however, i could examine the light and shadows in this for some time, looking for the truth.
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erin
thanks erin,
ReplyDeletebasically I wrote this poem when I was at a church event and I saw a blind girl start dancing and a bunch of other people look at her like there was something wrong with her, when in fact to me she seemed to be the only person there who was genuinely worshiping something
anyway. that's my take on it. we all know poems find their own meaning though :)
none the matter. i have enjoyed it immensely.
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erin