A poem for National Poetry Day
As it is National Poetry Day I thought readers might appreciate a poem of mine. It’s in the form of a riddle: kudos will be earned by the first person to solve it.
We don’t speak, for we are dumb, and blind,
and we are deaf, but oh! how we can feel.
We huddle, twins in the darkness. Prisoners.
Babes in the wood, boys in the hood. Couched,
pouched, silently sending secret signals.
We’re a pair of hermits, yet not without influence.
Powerless, potent, we’re the kings in chess,
invaluable, vulnerable. Symbols
of strength, tender and fragile as eyeballs.
Dreaming our deaf-blind dreams, we never sleep.
We tingle with life. But shrink from danger.
We’re stoical. Patient. Yet we’re all nerves.
We dwell on the borders of bliss, a razor’s-breadth from agony.
We’re your parents. Your children. Respect us. Pity us.