[stylist] Poem - "Talking Dogs" - Secondish Draft

[William L Houts]

Good Morning, Fellow Blinkie Artists,

Just finished the following poem a little while ago.  I don't think it's 
of much account, compared to some other poems of mine, but maybe it's 
not without its charms, if I can say so without seeming a bit of a 
stinky cheese.   Comments welcome, as always.


--Bill


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A blind man's enchanted gear these times,

my wristwatch speaks the hour and day,

like some elf or fairy sage, correct and to the moment.

The world is advancing, or turning backward:

same result either way, it seems, with spirit voices

giving hints and tireless guidance

to the dim of eye or scattered mind.

Almost, almost the sighted envy us. Just last month,

a lady, startled by my time-ghost voice, remarked

that it might be fun, this blindness thing, or don't you agree?

I could have told her that eyehs have never

been surpassed for coolness; gear as finely crafted

as an emperor's robot hawk from fairy tales.

Braille is great, but reading English, for those

whose eyes have dimmed in later life,

accept all keenly crafted tech, but reflect

on foundered joys from time to time. And yet, I say,

that if you plan to lose your eyes,then do it now,

when voices kind in sleek metallic togs

speak the way like gold angelic talking dogs.












-- 


"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"