Call them the windows upon our countenance,
that unlocks the beauty; or truth; to our souls,
or the two tools that work; to identify that guy,
who you saw taking what clearly was not his,
we the constant weepers, have our peepers,
either opened wide, or stubbornly fixed shut,
to spectate the lie, or to hide what is plain.
Perhaps; we curtain twitch, to inspect those
neighbours with an anxious tone, to see what
all the banging was about last night, or we
surreptitiously play the role of voyeur, in order
to see what that kind Catholic church-goer wears on
their “dress down Fridays” where they partake
in their habit, of attending to their attire on the path
for a little too long, as if they know someone
is lurking in the shadows with their eyes peeled,
and in their coquettish response they smile.
But most likely, in these times, our peepers,
become ever so tired, as for the laborious
slaving over screens, leaves the title of sleepers,
out of the question, “emergency, emergency”, our
computers may blare, as we have got attend to
the zoom call, or just to look at something else, as
our eyes become tired of the natural picture, as
the storms continue with their taunts, thus redden
those eyes, by watching another episode, series even,
of your favourite show on Netflix, but my friend
when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror,
your peepers reveal to you; the true mess that you are.
“We ache so very much” our peepers will sorely scream,
“Can’t you see the pain of us, for we are creating a stream,
That burns us so, so just relax, and stop with this horror,
We’re stinking, you’re stinking, so go and take a shower,
We implore you, if there’s more to do, please do it tomorrow,
As we can’t withstand anymore of today’s unfair sorrow!”
So, take care of those eyes, if you wish to see a brighter
future, full of betterment, improvement, a place where
we can be proud to call home, so be caring to your vision,
and with strong hearts and peepers, we can say, that we
made it happen, that our dream, really did come true.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As a glasses wearer, I know the value of wanting to see better. But naturally in this modern world, and in these hard times during the pandemic, our "peepers" have been put to the test, either it be us becoming slaves to the blue light of screens via zoom calls or binge-watching, or "simply" overworking, so that some food can be put upon your table. Sight is precious, and if you have the means necessary to see, I implore you, to give your eyes the rest they deserve and need. The picture accompanying is a stock image from VectorStock, which I think underlines the piece. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please take care everyone.
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Comments6
Good watchful write, A.S.
Thank you Jerry, hope all is well.
A fine write AS.
Thank you orchidee, hope all is well.
Good words Ben, we must take care of "them there eyes". At my last eye test the optician told me that my eyes were in a better state than they were the previous year - that surprised me.
Andy
Thank you for the read Andy, and yes, without the sense of sight, my life in particular would be very hard. I think my eyes may need a thorough examination at the opticians soon, though I hope nothing much has changed.
Glad to hear that your sight is improving, and I hope all is well.
a timely and important write, in my humble opinion
thank you for sharing dear poet
Thank you L. B. Mek, glad to hear that you think that the poem has an important message, you're welcome for it, and I hope all is well.
Drops every couple of hours...heavier grade oil at night..wish I could weep for the world's sorrows - but I can't.
You have that one covered - Thanks.
Thanks Doggerel Dave, though I can't bare anything in my eyes (I prefer glasses over contact lenses), but perhaps soon I will muster up some courage to try some eye drops, so I can gain the same peace of mind as you.
I will try to keep the weeping down to a minimum, haha! I hope all is well.
Don't hesitate Auburn S - the relief (albeit temporary) from irritation and soreness makes even the repetitive nature of the exercise worthwhile.
Take care, of both yourself and those eyes....
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