BLIND MUSE

Remember the title of my blog:

BLIND MUSE

Part blind,
a man in caverned space,
tunnel sighted,
I’ve stumbled on
my dead spot
bloomed in
darkness, branded
Off Limits.
Incipient Nothing flowers
my settled world,
offers insight to my sightless muse.
New words and image invade
the void just
inside that bloom. I’m a humbled
poet troubled
by image. My muse,
Teiresias,
guides me
deeper,
dares me look.

About left0089

Columnist at American News Report. Pain care activist. Poet, memoirist.
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