Being blind
I find
No traces
Of faces
In the loud
Blank crowd
Which might, my memory spark.
My world is not dark.
I see
The outline of post and tree,
Though I can not see
The individual She
(Other than an outline
I am unable to define).
I recall the feel
Of a girl’s high-heel
And the dress
I felt
(‘Twas more belt
Than dress).
I recollect a caress
(Sometimes meant)
And girl’s sweet scent.
And the click
Of heels
As the clock’s tick
Unnoticed, steals.
I can grasp
Elements of the past,
But I am unable to trace
The individual face.
Though, with my sense of touch
I have much
Done, in love or fun.
K Morris - Poet 
Beautiful
Thank you for your wonderful feedback. Best – Kevin
Beautiful and touching, Kevin.
Thank you. I am delighted you like my poem. Best – Kevin
A fabulous poem, Kevin. I have a blind friend who also explained that she could see outlines like this.
Thank you, Robbie. I was interested to hear about your friend. Many “blind” people have some vision, even if that only extends to being able to perceive the difference between light and dark. Best – Kevin
Exceptional poem, Kevin – much more than words.
Thank you Eric,. I really appreciate your kind words. Best – Kevin
Fantastic, truly gave me a senior your perspective.
Thank you! I am really pleased my poem provided you with an insight into my perspective. Best – Kevin
You’re welcome!
Your scented darkness touchemy heart
Your scented darkness touches my heart
Thank you, Ivor. Very best wishes – Kevin
Always my pleasure
I really loved it. The words are so poignant yet it trips along lightly.
Thank you for your kind words and liking my poem. Best – Kevin
You’re welcome. 🙂
Beautiful and touching piece.
Thank you! Best – Kevin
My pleasure.
A wonderful poem!
Thank you! Best wishes – Kevin
Our senses can latch onto a memory, both good or bad. Great post!
You are right as regards our senses. Many thanks for your comment and for liking my poem. Best – Kevin
Youre welcome!
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Many thanks for sharing my poem. Best wishes – Kevin