Posted by: Irene Fridsma | January 2, 2011

Blind Spot

Blind Spot

eyes are built
with a dot of blindness

an inherent
spot of darkness

we spent New Year’s Eve
with just the two of us
comfortable in quietness
time for reflection

cozy near the fire

settled

isolation translated to solitude

I embrace a solitary journey

it un-complicates my life
on several levels

I take my place
in the blind spot

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Responses

  1. oooh, i totally love this. “isolation translated to solitude” it always eventually does. xx

  2. Your are quite special! Your thoughts are SO profound! I treasure your writings!Thank you for counting me one of your friends!


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