Free verse № 131502
Without my Glasses
dark shadows, and
streaks of white intertwined within;
the peering streetlight reaches curiously
through the window-shade,
leaving little fingerprints.
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Free verse № 131502
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His face hurts, and where is his glasses? He can't see without his glasses! Put his glasses on!
(Harry and Shelly are rapidly approaching Vada, Shelly takes hold of her and tries to pull her away)
Put on his glasses! He was gonna be an acrobat.
HARRY
He's gone sweetheart. He's gone!
VADA
Get away, get away!!
As for your poem, I'm having trouble with how glasses affect streaks of white that you see, and haw you could see it any better with glasses, looking through the windowshade.
Dovina: the poem was written from my viewpoint, inside a dark room; the streetlight is outside and what I can see is the fuzzy light sifting through the window shade.
'streaks of white' - well, they wouldn't be seen as streaks if i had my glasses on :-)
I could be wrong about the beelzebub's shit heap part. If I am I appologize. I might have been thinking of West Virginia at the time.
Also, I live in the safe part of the Middle East, (the only Middle Eastern country without a major attack against tourists this year! 2100 Safe Days and counting! Woo-hoo,) the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. Also, I'm serious about speaking Arabic jive.
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