The sunshine of spring are
like bullets bombarding my atropine eyes.
Not like before the lullaby waves of the light
brushing my shore,
No longer it harbingers spring
and the bursting of buds,
but harsh like the snipers of war
or pricking the boils of a pestilent skin.
If April is cruel then May must be worse
when light is a warzone
bombarding with bullets my atropine eyes,
no bring on the nightshade
when bullets are sparse.
For my own prompt on particle-wave duality at toads I thought about the bullet like effect of light, now when I have to use atropine drops in my eye making it extra sensitive to light. I’m also linking to Poetry Pantry.
April 30, 2017