His Senses Are Covered By Blinds
Man Blindfolded
His Senses Are Covered By Blinds
His senses are covered by blinds,
so he pursues desperately:
falling for the first one he finds.
His senses are covered by blinds,
head-strongly he shuns different kinds.
He’s needy and gropes helplessly,
senses always covered by blinds
to pursue most desperately.
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Written for:
Prompt: Love is blind, and lovers cannot see
Prompt # 132
Prompt # 132
Posted on:
FormForAll – Triolets
For those who don’t recognize this, it’s a triolet.
Photo Credit: Nina Pierce - Around The Writer’s Block, ”Snow Kidding”
Posted on November 20, 2011, in Carry On Tuesday, Poetry and tagged blinds, Carry On Tuesday, desperately, gropes, headstrong, love is blind, love is blind and lovers cannot see, triolet. Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.
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Like your take on the prompt…his senses are covered by blinds…
He really needs to get curtians!
Excellent triolet…well done!
I love this triolet – and can hear this as a cool rock song.
can you write the music?
many fun stuff.
Greetings,
hope all is well,
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Happy Thanksgiving,
Always, your presence is sunshine to us.
Best Wishes!
your talent rocks.
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very good
I’ve been there! Great piece
beautiful.
oh goodness..he needs a key to break free i guess…ugh..
Wonderful physical imagery of what goes on inside … thought, or lack thereof, in selection.
Great write! Like how you really told a great story with such a short piece. =)
You never cease to amaze me…he sure would be feeling desperate..
wellll…in this case, i was talking about the kind of co-dependence that someone like this would be into, and always going through a revolving door of relationships
I totally took that into consideration…
Hmmm, I think I know this person! Well written triolet!
Mine: http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/03/lost-city.html
Great triolet… very interesting!
Unfortunately I knew a few like that in my prime.
http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/look-out/
excellent piece. Love how this snapshot really takes on your words and your words the snapshot. Also, the way the repetition lends itself so perfectly with the non-repeating lines. Great job. Thanks
People do tend to get hung up that way. Till somebody won;t play their game. The repetition here really suits the theme.
(PS No actual deer were harmed in the writing of my poem. ;_) )
I know this guy, and the girls he falls for. Well written and great images!
i think i might know him..and the desperate usually fall for what they can get most def…and then wonder when they are hurt…and he seems to overplay his hand as well..
Well penned triolet ~ Rose
Far too many people wear blinders like your protagonist here. Provocative.
Probably biggest blindfold is on the inside. K.
oooooooooooooooo….that’s a big KO for him. GOOD one!!!
Pathos is pathos…his is Himself
Peace ☮
I know this fella – and now he’s old and he still can’t see them comin’. You let the form work this for you. Really well done!
His desperate need makes him vulnerable to exactly the ones he should avoid, who will take advantage of his vulnerability, chew him up and spit out the bones. I sure hope he grows up soon.
Nice triolet.
Love yourself and the blinds to love open
Know several people like this. Usually they find another person with a complementary blindfold!
I liked this very much, moving away as it does from some of your other writing, in a direction more soulful and introspective. The poem fits the photo nicely, very provocative perhaps, though not necessarily so. The poem certainly captures much of the sensuality of the picture, I think anyway.
This is hot and cold at the same time and I too can hear heavy metal playing … something by System of a Down maybe? Very cool take on the form and the poem and the photo blend well … thought-provoking to say the least …
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.com/2012/03/grief-leaves-heart.html