Monday Poem. Vision by R A Lovelace

Monday Poem. Vision by R A Lovelace

Monday Poem… Yes, Monday is a difficult day, the first day of the week, back at work!!!! However, Art is Everywhere and we can have good moments. For instance, reading this amazing poem by R A Lovelace: Vision.

Monday Poem. Vision by R A Lovelace

Vision by Gauguin


Is vision done with eyes wide open

that bleed for sight

and guess the prize?

Or is it view of justice hinted

while trying to deduce the lies?

Is vision sensed by hidden charms?

Felt by touch of heartfelt tremble

scratched and screamed up spinal nimble?

Brought to life by outstretched arms?

Is it tasted

bought by breath

Or suddenly

a dream that’s left?

Is woman’s sight

that much more splendid?

Ask any child who takes a risk,

or makes a fist,

at curfew missed.

Or any husband telling fibs

or holding back.

Or anyone that’s

hiding fact.

Is vision sought in blast of light

seen in sun’s rays

brought on by fright

Or only seen in darkest night?

Is it a whimper

a touch of cold

or does it rush into thought


Does vision come while at deaths door

when in the light

for evermore

as living stops to travel on?

Is it a whisper heard by few

or listless thought ignored by two

can you recall when déjà vu

or does sight hide away from you?

Is vision present in view of palm

Or in the lawn

Or on a wall

even when it’s seen by all?

Does it come with Virgin Mary

on angel’s wings

with songs of fairies

upon the cross

in prayer unbending?

Do wolves howl

brought round a fire

when living button

is devoured?

Or is starving

in quiet thought

sitting still as blankness sought

bring clearest vision

of all mystery?

Is sight open

to us all

while taking flight

or at a fall?

Does it hide

in life’s wide open

awaiting clearest view


Or do we see

as need determines

and sense the truth

when left unburdened.

View Comments (3)
  • Dewey Edward Chester

    The metaphores of vision are well detailed here; insightful and thought-provoking work; take time to read each word of nuance.

    • Thanks Dewey. We think Ray has a lot to say and in a very beautiful way.

  • IZara

    Deep piece, R A


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