I see clearly. I see blossom. I see ripples in leaves. I see movement in trees. I see the definition of petals. I almost see green chlorophyll pulsing through vein and stem. I see the black and white gloss of the handsome magpie by the garden gate. Kim M. Russell, 2nd April 2022
It’s 22nd April, the day after my first eye op and, although the sight in my right eye is clear for distance now I’ve taken the eye shield off, I’m having trouble reading and working on the computer, so I’ve kept today’s poem simple. We are writing poems that use repetition of a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.