Eyeless...And Sometimes, Y
Companion Poem to the L-eye-pogram Challenge
By Gerard DiLeoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Our eyes are gone now — nowhere to be found.
So we cannot see the spectra of colors
On the world's alphabet blocks.
An A starts my monologue, and an an, and thou the.
With ease I walk here and there, and ever there, over there.
Suppose a pose of Os oppose as torturous throes.? An ode owed
To you, and you, and you.
And only every so often, my soul asks, "Why?"
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (6)
Signature wordplay on point as always 😎
Interesting musings...he lack of the 'eye' proved very i-opening.
As always, astounded at your word play!
Excellent written
So wondeful. Nice poem
Likening the loss of the letter I to vision makes for a mind-bending metaphor, Gerard! Great poetic philosophizing!