Sparks, Dark sides and Musings on Sight

Fri, 29 Jan 2021 20:29:00 +0000

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The sparks have quite literally been flying, not for reasons of passion but for the more mundane fact that winter and the very low humidity have resulted in fairly significant amounts of static electricity build up on everything. More times than I care to remember over the past few weeks, I have had the sometimes unexpected displeasure of a substantial shock. I am much more careful now, taking the time to touch walls and other non-metallic objects to dissipate some of the build up. S insists that my refusal to moisturise often, and liberally, is a contributor to this - a google search seems to suggest she is right in some way. The jury is still out on that one I think, but I am leaning towards getting a humidifier, if and when I can sort out travel to the city next door.

What It means when I step into the shower with my glasses on...

Tue, 26 Jan 2021 18:38:00 +0000

Photo by Hermes Rivera on Unsplash. For The Poetic Asides prompt #554

Sometimes I think

that my sight is leaving me,

the common, quotidian comfort

of seeing the world that touches me

slowly slipping away, taking flight

but not yet gone; only a little less close

the next time morning rolls my way.

Maybe it is my mind forgetting

where the thin discs

of shimmering glass

that bring the light end,

and where my rods and cones

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Sparks, Dark sides and Musings on Sight

What It means when I step into the shower with my glasses on...