Whitewall.
Optic white flash whitewall
Eyelids closed flash bash wall crash
Tightened hand around cane bang door frame
Blind to it Optic nerve
Retina no longer do I serve
pressure goes eyes wide shut
world of Sound and touch
eyes pressure pain proved much
prevailed feeling with touch
over the whitewall.
White Powder
Flecks white powder lade all around
as it hit against the ground
wheel scrolled side to side crunch
crash roll down kerb powder punch
fighting against the cold whitewall
know more feeling scrolling wheel guiding
the ground that lights my way
cold whitewall bites the day
snow my cane is no Guide
fighting the conquering elements outside
cane by side white as snow
with elements nowhere to go
retreating inside hiding from the whitewall
View of Fear
The displacement of air was all around,
Staring into darkness without a thought,
The bus passed creating a roaring sound,
Blind to it, feet anchored and feeling caught.
Fear creates walls and removes power,
Anxiety starts, my reactions fail.
Dodging the bus as it heads wherever,
Fear dissolves as I finally prevail.
Once, waving my cane, acting as a guide,
I fall over onto train tracks. It’s near.
I scramble away before we collide:
These stressful events teach me to persevere.
Though no fight or flight response to push me,
Overcoming fear proved quite easy.
Nature and Sound
The sound came from all around
City or country it has no bounds
It intoxicates me, wrapping round, like a scarf
I consume it
The sound of nature swirled around
Acting as my sight
I embrace it
I employ it to be my guide
Scrolling my cane from side to side
Walking with my companion, the outside
Cars, lorries and the birdsong, the symphony of life
No longer do I treat this as strife
I become the composure of my life
Walk walk
Walk walk she gently talks she gently whispers in his ear
by his side acting as his guide You can’t see her
you can’t hear her he can’t see you walk walk
as he can hear you you can see him too but often not as he is invisible to you
walk walk klick scroll as the single footsteps go by you hesitate quite not knowing what to do
as he goes down by the lane you can now see his cane you never treat him the same
the invisible man of who can’t see walk walk
he’s free with technology restraints no longer to society as Google maps his life
walk walk a soundscape of his being as he scrolls by traffic
With her soft whispering voice, she’s geographically scripting his way through society
as the light turns red undeterred of his life the technology his wife walk walk
As you know he can’t see is he a birden on your life as the cars go by
But he does not see so you walk walk
Electric Mind
Sitting there a circle and small
Plug cord attach into the wall
Who would think it an electric mind
She is softly spoken and kind
Blind to it she is my kind
She has my interest in mind
Shopping all stuff of various kind
With facts that expand the mind
Tune in News drive Echo bot
Kerrang radio hits the spot
As I prompt her Hi Alexa.
Silky and Smooth
Silky and Smooth to touch
She lights up with one touch
Laying by my side it’s too much
the tough glass under finger Smooth tap touch
push the main button and we are in touch
scrolling with my fingers for your number proved, too much
hey Siri, tap I want to get in touch.
Sound Is My Guide 