Behind St Marks

seen from a different angle, 
things will not look the same. 

differences grow on you, 
they are interesting.
 
you might not 
recognise the place, 

though it has been here 
for hundreds of years, 
just like this.

if we don't learn to see 
things as if they are fresh, 
we'll just feel stale, 
like the world 
is a boring place.

but it isn't a boring place. 
if we have our eyes open, 
moving forward, 
uncertain what that means 
or where we'll get to.

someplace might be 
famous or infamous,

we might never know
especially if we don't 
recognize somebody 
else's point of view. 

5 thoughts on “Behind St Marks

  1. I find this poem very interesting. As you may know, I am blind. This means that I see differently very often. I can see things from many different angles, and I can see more, now that I am blind thanI could when I was sighted. If you see what I mean! Great poem.

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    1. Thank you blindzanygirl!

      If I knew, I can’t remember that I knew that you could ever see. Seeing involves more than fully functional eyes. We see or fail to see based on how our brains and minds react to the inputs.

      We ignore many things, We can’t help it. Our minds cannot process everything. So, we all focus on what we can. Some of that is by choice.

      I see a lot and I forget a lot. I know my memory is feeble, compared to what I wish it was. I don’t notice or see as much as I’d like.

      So, now that you have “lost your sight” you see more. And you understand better. That is very good.
      πŸ™‚

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      1. Thank you blindzanygirl!

        I forget many things. I guess you eventually adjusted to a different kind of world. Someone who never had vision would have a different one to what you sense.

        All of us do not “see” infrared or ultraviolet. No radar range either. There are a lot of things that none of us can sense.
        πŸ™‚

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  2. Yes, great poem.

    I read it before I clicked through to find its accompanying photo, and was surprised by what I saw. I had guessed that you might have photographed a ground-level close-up of litter, slime, and mud in a dingy dank alley “behing St Marks” .

    Instead I find this great spacious arena – almost agoraphobic!

    An intriguing writing exercise might be to read people the title, and some/all of the poem, and get them to write what they see as the image …

    Now I am intrigued to find out …

    And thank you both for the conversation above, which fascinates and touches me.

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