Published September 15th, 2024
by John Allett
For much of my life I searched for clarity
But as I grew older, much older
I began to view things in softer hues
Their outlines now less sharp
Their presence more sensed than clearly seen
Colours would cling, then skid and mingle
I often smiled at the shimmering wash of it all
It was like living in an Impressionist dream
Held captive in a Monet scene...
Then my eye doctor said, with gentle tact,
I'm sorry to say, but you have cataracts.
About the Poet
John Allett resides in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on John Allett's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #10,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Angela Poetry Magazine:
Bloodcurdling Scream
by Cassandra O'Sullivan Sachar
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