“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Monday, April 15, 2013


Borges spoke of his
blindness as an instrument
of transformation.

From miserable
circumstances may emerge
things deemed eternal.

The writer’s wisdom
spurs me to find gifts in loss,
my own alchemy.


Mary Gerdt said...

Elusive sometimes.Love the poem and artwork. It looked like a ballet painting at first glance. Have a great week,Mary

Karen said...

Gifts in loss...like the Phoenix rising Judy. A beautiful poem.

Robert Parker said...

Somewhere in the Lensman series (Second-Stage Lensman, I think), Mentor asked the Lensman to describe the forging of a blade, and then asked "Think you that the blade would ENJOY this, if it were sentient?"

Thus it is with us and M.S. We're being forged into amazing swords. But oh no, it sure ain't fun. Ah, but the result of that painful process is going to be ... amazing.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Mary, I have always wondered what it is that a blind person "sees," especially one who was formerly sighted as was Borges. This image was a fantastical approximation, since I suspect they mostly see shades of light and dark.

Karen, I am always seeking gifts in loss ... and sometimes I find them.

Robert, "forged into amazing swords" -- I like that.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

To whoever is the copyright holder of the image atop my poem, I apologize. I usually have the attribution as a link, but somehow that got overlooked. I think I got it through some search that I now cannot recall on Wikimedia; this poem was written and posted so long ago.