kirabug’s idea files

When I was in high school, I once wrote a poem about the way the darkness blurs together when I’m without my glasses. I made reference to the problem in Daisy’s Toothache as well. I’ve wondered, with so many of us being blind-as-a-bat, why it’s not mentioned more often, this weakness that we have.

Maybe it’s because the way each of us sees is so personal — nobody can see through my eyes but me. (And even then…)

Lisel Mueller’s Monet Refuses the Operation makes me feel a little less alone in the dark.

As long as i’m posting like a madwoman today, here’s a link to a fun set of comments on Websnark. What made it especially fun was siwangmu’s poetry.

See, we were having a discussion on words and fun words to say and of course I mentioned my favorite words are moose, bucket, thusly, and weasel. Somehow we got on a discussion of poetry which resulted in a sestina of weird words for 32_footsteps by siwangmu, as well as a limerick for me:

There once was a moose from Nantucket
who wanted to live in a bucket
but he soon realized
it was more weasel-sized
and, thusly defeated, said “F*** it.”

i don’t think one could write a better poem for my favorite words

Poetic Justice