Black Eye

Written for The Mag #279

staircase

Peering down circled steps
of height, an orb blackened
in center like a camera’s
still shot. When you reach
the bottom, will it seem
an ordinary patterned
portion of the floor?

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to Black Eye

  1. kalpana solsi says:

    What one views from top and the scene from ground zero is so different. Good perspective.

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  2. pmwanken says:

    And here I was, viewing it by looking up. 🙂

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  3. Clever and imaginative response to the prompt.

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  4. Kutamun says:

    I like this concept of “peering down “, as though through a glass, darkly

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