vision lost but not;
frail fingers dance the same yet
puppets in control.
Prompted @ Haiku Heights
And this reminds me of a music video in my native language. Do watch the video – The story is easy to understand from the visual :
Poetry under spotlight is by one of the lady blogger I really admire for her writing and the stuff she shares otherwise on her blog :
The Man who Loved
- Jamie Dedes
Such a lover of color he was,
always savoring, savoring the
blue of a summer sky and the
soul-soothing wild indigo, the
way a daisy with its yellow tummy
and white fringe reminded one
of centering. He loved the roses,
thorned and feral in sacred and
raunchy reds and salacious
pinks accenting the landscape,
Read the whole poem here [and don't forget to leave your comments]
In the videos, I today found this translated poem : I am not I
Hope you enjoyed this collection. Let me know if you want to read / watch anything in particular.
I will try best to find for you.