Glass Eye

Though painful,
insertion unavoidable,
after all, who wants to look
at a gaping pink pit
where brown beauty once lay.

 

Evisceration so visible –
a patch perhaps?

 

Would draw too much attention,
never welcomed, certainly unwanted now.

 

No, better this way;
barely discernible at a distance,
a double take followed by
an embarrassed look away.

 

The biggest tragedy
not the loss of asymmetrical loveliness
but the vision that once lay behind it.

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13 responses to “Glass Eye

  1. Is the vision ever really lost?

    Wonderful rhythm in this. Poignant introspection so nicely done.

    Keep writing.

  2. had an uncle who lost his…used to pop out his eye to scare us…the vision yeah that would certainly be the loss over vanity…

  3. Hurrah! Good to have you about One Shot again my friend. Bringing the class and talent that is you to the party always makes for a good time.

    *shudders* Such is time, I suppose, but the loss of one’s senses – be they gradual or sudden – it does so unnerve me. To see the world, to experience it as I do now – as most of us do, from so young an age – and to suddenly have that stripped from us, to be forced to confront the world in an entirely new manner, devoid of so much of the potential experiences our senses bare to us…saddening, very saddening. The vanity, the image of it, it means little in the end, when faced with the fact of sensation’s loss–of vision’s loss…

  4. the vision..and yet – sometimes i think they see more than those that still have eyes…great poem julie – you always craft your lines with such tenderness and perfection

  5. Wow. I think this is one of the best things you’ve posted. Very good!

  6. I love the contrast in the first stanza: “…a gaping pink pit / where brown beauty once lay.” And your closing lines are simply beautiful.

  7. Glad I discovered you today!

  8. Brendan

    The surface quandary here belies deeper ones, asking whether wounds are better off concealed or revealed, the landscape forever changed … And the tragedy is not so much the scarring as amputation of a region which can never grow back. Wonder if the Pacific Ocean had the same conundrum, when the moon was torn from its socket … Welcome back, friend.

  9. J.M.

    When I was much younger, there was a girl in my school with a glass eye. Due to my immaturity, the glass eye made me uncomfortable and I avoided socializing with her. It was the sense of something not right, hidden, but not hidden well. However, I think I would have been fine, and even made friends with her had she worn an eye-patch. In fact, I think many kids would have seen the eye-patch as a cool/ tough thing, like a battle scar or wicked tattoo or something. But the glass eye made the injury too real to people and freaked them out a bit as the iris floated to “looking the wrong way.” I really regret that I didn’t make an effort to reach out to make friends with her.

  10. I agree with Uneven Stephen about the words, but Brendan does a marvelous job with his analysis. Nice one shot!

  11. The beauty remains within the heart and soul. Outwardly remains the challenge to overcome the very real loss of external vision. Thankfully your internal vison remains intact… and that is a gift no one can remove. Nice to meet you. =)

  12. This poem makes me think of life after war.

  13. Thanks all. Though a short piece this has been a really cathartic write for me. Brendan, your interpretation is very close to my intended meaning that when we’re suffering a tremendous loss, be it physical/emotional/psychological we worry about making others feel uncomfortable. We cover up our loss even if it’s painful and distressing to ourselves, adding to the difficulty. We lose sight of what’s important. The moon being torn from the Pacific Ocean is a wonderful analogy. Thank you.

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