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"Blind Sighted" by Eric Wayne Flynn

Updated on July 31, 2015
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"Blind Sighted"

The search continues

A fragmented past lies in my wake

Momentary lapses in vision

Candy coated pieces sweetly strewn about

My former self; lost in a forest of fallen angels, follows the path

It has led him to here, to now

I watch from behind a tree

Out of sight, out of mind

I've always hid, so i'm hard to find

In the midst of beautiful trees, coming out of my shell

Right in front of my face from out of a tree you fell

Timing; not perfect, a little sooner you would have fell into my arms

Good things come to those who wait, waiting can do no harm

So I sit in the forest daydreaming and thinking of you

Anticipating when your window will open up and you'll come into view

A seed; planted the day you fell out of that tree

Years without a harvest and I am starving, I am hungry for thee

Fixated i am, infatuated am I

My eyes have deceived me before, for my eyes are prone to lie

"I'll know it when I see it" is what I used to say

"Love based on sight has to end" that is what I say today

Ripping out my eyes, squishing them between my toes

From now on I follow my heart, I won't be needing those

Ridding myself of the past and all that sticky mess

I listen to my heart as I'm summoned by the beat of your chest

Incensed with your perfume

Reacting to your chemicals

Stumbling, I hear your voice calling me through the trees

Feeling your warm breath and following your cool breeze

Ive found you, your lips press against mine

Feeling something finally, finally feeling love for the first time

I'll know it when I feel it, no more looking for the sign

Feeling is believing, now that I see, I see love is blind







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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Love this Eric

      "Love based on sight has to end" that is what I say today

      Ripping out my eyes, squishing them between my toes

      From now on I follow my heart, I won't be needing those.

      And "feeling is believing" is so apt, how often do our eyes deceive us...let me count the ways. Voted up as always.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Jodah, it's definitely hard to decipher between lust and love, I'm still figuring it out but I'm getting better.

      EWF

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      Nithya Venkat 3 years ago from Dubai

      Beautifully expressed, great poem.

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Vellur, it's very cool to know that somewhere in India someone is reading my poem. Thanks for the visit and kind words.

      EWF

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      Christine Marie 3 years ago

      Eric,

      Good job!: I am convinced a poet knows all about intense feelings of affection in all forms... just let your heart fly into words and you will set your reader sailing on boats of emotions that will tidal wave, ripple, and

      take them on rides unashamed...Lead the blind in love: love is beautiful and poets need to go into it unreservedly as you did in these lines: love it!! Keep going!

      Christine

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      K.A.E Grove 3 years ago from Australia

      oh this was beautiful!

      that ending gave me chills that just warmed my heart, indeed love is best lead by the heart rather the the picture we think it will be...

      the imagery in this was vivid and passionate ... a wonderful poem of love

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks Christine and Nighthag.... Apparently I surprised Christine with a love poem, ha.... And Nighthag I'm glad it had an effect on you.

      P.S. I am always trying to take people for rides Christine, poetic roller coaster.

      EWF

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