[stylist] Poem: "Falling"

[William L Houts]

HI Fellow Scribblers,


Here's a poem I've been working on for months and just finished today, 
after many puzzlements.  Unlike many or most of my poems, this one deals 
directly with issues we face as blind folk.  I do hope for comment on 
this one, as I expect that it's sentiments may mirror some of your own. 
Poem follows below, under signature.



--Bill


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Falling

copyright 2016 William L. houts

United States of America

All Rights Reserved

I'm wobbly and blind besides, taking

as dangerous walking jaunts

to the coffee stand, the ferry, the deli

around the corner. The afternoon sky can seem

too bright or too dark, depending.

And sidewalk shadows stand to menace

disruptive as sirens. .

But you can't justtumble flat, whacked

with fear of falling, the failure

of a foolish braihn triumphant:

William, I say, arise and walk,deny

the pathos of all these crowding ghost

defeats: greet with sneers their lies..

Decline to faint in the face

of shame-loud grating horns:

Born with planets at your back,

you're soul's full of risings.

Gravity's grip is harsh where bones

and sidewalk meet: agreed.

but proudly bear your bloodied knees,

and ease the sighted, who sometimes gasp,

god love them, at toylike pains;

or so it seems when the sun's enough

to bait you into the sly devouring street.




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"It's clever, but does it answer the Sphinx?"