Cataract Sky Late evening dog stroll sky an indigo verge moments before dark Jazz snuffles the ground while I squint upward, first one eye, then the other One leaden blue with a thin wash of ochre, the other blue-black ink First hope of cataract surgery emerging
I was happy when that phrase showed up. The poem is so true to my experience and what I saw. Amen to better seeing! I can't read book books right now--needs to be on the computer, iPad or phone where I can enlarge it. Maddening. A magnifying glass is now at the ready. It's screwed with my painting. Trying to be patient, but not a happy camper.
Oh! That "sky an indigo verge"... such a great phrase! I'd pay for that! Nicely done, Amrita. Here's to better seeing!
I was happy when that phrase showed up. The poem is so true to my experience and what I saw. Amen to better seeing! I can't read book books right now--needs to be on the computer, iPad or phone where I can enlarge it. Maddening. A magnifying glass is now at the ready. It's screwed with my painting. Trying to be patient, but not a happy camper.