Homework September: Gift to a Blind Friend
Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2022 6:29 pm
Gift to a Blind Friend
Feel the softness of your blanket as it rests upon your knee
to imagine sky’s unending calm, inspiring witchery—
painted blue on blue one stroke each time to ease an anxious heart—
it has wonder, sweet serenity and wisdom to impart.
Bring to mind your times of sorrow and imagine how each day
seemed a burden tough to carry – that’s the hue of clouds of grey,
hanging heavy with the misery they’re threatening to spew,
yet they beg interpretation - shifting, drifting on the blue.
Now the night grows cold and gusty, people hurry with concern
to their cosy homes and families, all anxious to return.
Other faces sad and lonely in the glass reflecting back—
feel their tension and despair to gauge the gloomy side of black.
Mother Nature’s tears now dribbling down this misty windowpane—
but tomorrow with the sunrise, golden sun will shine again!
Think of love and laughter, scent of flowers, moods of endless scope,
and you’ll comprehend how yellow stands for happiness and hope.
Soon the energy it brings us will invigorate and show
that when storms disperse, fresh focus on enjoying life will grow.
If you ponder health returning, strength and passions centre stage,
then you’ll understand the colour red in all its love and rage.
Smell the sweetness of the fresh washed leaves, and hear the blackbirds sing
for perception of rebirth and growth of every living thing.
Breathe in new mown grass and dampened earth and ponder what they mean
while you start to grasp in all its promise, every shade of green.
It is clear you feel you’re drowning under dismal, dark attack.
Please allow me to at least attempt to gently bring you back,
help you sense within your spirit every hue—your fears allay,
till you somehow can encounter splendid rainbows, every day.
© Catherine Lee, 2022
Feel the softness of your blanket as it rests upon your knee
to imagine sky’s unending calm, inspiring witchery—
painted blue on blue one stroke each time to ease an anxious heart—
it has wonder, sweet serenity and wisdom to impart.
Bring to mind your times of sorrow and imagine how each day
seemed a burden tough to carry – that’s the hue of clouds of grey,
hanging heavy with the misery they’re threatening to spew,
yet they beg interpretation - shifting, drifting on the blue.
Now the night grows cold and gusty, people hurry with concern
to their cosy homes and families, all anxious to return.
Other faces sad and lonely in the glass reflecting back—
feel their tension and despair to gauge the gloomy side of black.
Mother Nature’s tears now dribbling down this misty windowpane—
but tomorrow with the sunrise, golden sun will shine again!
Think of love and laughter, scent of flowers, moods of endless scope,
and you’ll comprehend how yellow stands for happiness and hope.
Soon the energy it brings us will invigorate and show
that when storms disperse, fresh focus on enjoying life will grow.
If you ponder health returning, strength and passions centre stage,
then you’ll understand the colour red in all its love and rage.
Smell the sweetness of the fresh washed leaves, and hear the blackbirds sing
for perception of rebirth and growth of every living thing.
Breathe in new mown grass and dampened earth and ponder what they mean
while you start to grasp in all its promise, every shade of green.
It is clear you feel you’re drowning under dismal, dark attack.
Please allow me to at least attempt to gently bring you back,
help you sense within your spirit every hue—your fears allay,
till you somehow can encounter splendid rainbows, every day.
© Catherine Lee, 2022