Can you see it?
This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.
“One night the moon came to visit,” He said, as he prodded the fire, “it raced in from the horizon like a comet trailing dust.” The old poet raised a blackened stick towards the hill behind me, “The cemetery on that hill began to glow and moonlight poured upward from the soil between the unsettled gravestones.” “You see how they’re all crooked?” “There was no wind that night, it must have blown elsewhere. The trees were silent as they watched. The light rose from the Earth as it called for the moon, and it bumped up against low clouds who all ran away when the moon came. It came in so close it dispelled the night. It accepted the gift of its own radiance. Gravestones grew dark once more, and the moon returned to its place.” “It was only just that once,” he said. Can you see it? Just imagine?” I had to lie. “Yes.”
Thank you for reading. Here’s another poem.
My initial post has more about Aphantasia. Have a look, and the poems might make a different kind of sense.
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
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