Looking Glass

Written for:  Poets United Mid-week Motif~Seeking The Extraordinary in the Ordinary                        (posted by Sumana Roy)

Violet-framed glasses
keep me in sight,
yet I misplace them
in their plain, black
case, along with
their computer,
and television-watching
siblings. They are
crucial for vital
parts of my life-simple
violet-framed glasses.


About purplepeninportland

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 Looking Glass

  1. Rob says:

    Something so simple as glasses, yet so important. I know what it’s like for sight to disappear.

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  2. oldegg says:

    You are part of a large club who once called others in class with glasses “Four eyes” and now are part of the same club. (P.S. Your link on Poets United takes us to a May post! So I had to find your most recent write!)


  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    They sound pretty! I don’t have that problem – my trifocals stay on my face all the time. 🙂


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