Poem -
Fear of Word Blindness
Banks of blank ivorine
stacked high but
thinly like old oriental
lacquered tsuba ..
Each scream both loud
and high enough
to shatter those fragile
hand blown
champagne flutes you
long treasured ..
Whereas, somewhere
else completely,
rows of old scribes sit
cross legged
in their temples calmly
contemplating
white noise but fearing
word blindness
tho still craving obscurity ..
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Comments
Fear not Neville, This comes and goes, from time to time.
I love the phrase..,”banks of blank
ivorine stacked high”.
What a beautiful way to express the feeling of word blindness.
Bernadete
Many thanks for visiting and transforming this otherwise as yet, still blank page .. Kindly & warmest regards, Neville
The first step to writing is the biggest one. Nice story. 🙂
Thank you Jac .. Neville
Hello Neville, thought I'd stop by and see what you've been up to. Seems to me this is one very powerful write of fear and dread. Hugs x
I fear tis every writers nightmare our Marion .. but ta for checking in .. & I hope you are well my lovely .. x