November Poem-a-Day: Day 8

For today’s prompt, write a blind poem. Three blind mice, blindfolded, “she blinded me with science,” “houston in the blind,” and so on. Maybe this is the one poem you try to write with your eyes closed.


The day I learned her secrets
I swallowed tears with hope
Grateful for the belated gift of sight

She hugged me that day
Held my hand in the mall
Smiled sweetly and promised healing

And then the magic girl
Played her final trick of the year
And disappeared into the dark

I wasn’t there to hold her hand
And all my calls, shrill and panicked
Echoed back to me in blackness

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

What do you think?

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