The Sower

This week's poem, as always, with a touch of Aphantasia.

The Sower by Vincent Van Gogh (1889)

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My fields of vision lay fallow
awaiting the Sower of Dreams 
who blindly tosses seeds of sight
not knowing what visions will dawn.

Solely dreams given appear, with
both eyes closed to alien light.
Seeds crack wide and from them dreamings
unfurl before shuttered eyelids.

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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.

Glimpses at the Dark

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

Glimpses at the Dark can be delivered every week.