Poem: Peripheral – 11/02/20

Peripheral.
An untidy, outside view casting the unseen realms into my being.
I breathe them in,
gulping, drinking all I see with the colours which seem so worthy
of being absorbed,
I know their feeling.
 
I can be vaguely promised something more than a glance,
should I, with great enthusiasm, seek to swing my sight forthcoming
to see if focused I really can gather more
than peripheral sight has to offer,
because when unfocused sight occurs is when we
view and dream that which is not readily seen.
And amazed I will be,
astounded whereupon my mind finally casts to the sights
that I yearn for,
to be presented with.
Peripheral carries more meaning. 
 
There is nothing more trying that being unable to succeed
but, with ardour, I will try some more,
to view something, anything, that I can build upon
with strong ascent.
 
I will rise, my abilities to pursue that which I hope to observe,
but not only observe but to recognise and submit,
this is my dream coat,
my dream.   

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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