A Senryu and a Choka… sort of
This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.
show me don’t tell me the killing rage that shakes you I want to taste blood :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: they told us to write what we saw with our eyes shut to create pictures in our minds to tell stories to make events real perpetual emotion to color them bright vibrant as a young volcano to manipulate with words in clever phrases they told us and yet they too were blind unaware that some other eyes exist in blindness they cannot see
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My initial post has more about Aphantasia. Have a look, and the poems might make a different kind of sense.
And please share this with any aphants you might have in your life. I am highly curious to know if any of this resonates with others whose mind’s eyes are dark.
—Alex