Glass dances to my tunes

(In full disclosure I read a book about the glassmakers of Murano, and the idea of this poem germinated there) Our craft is delicate, dangerous, precise A moment of carelessness can exact a huge price We work at hot temperatures, make glass bend and conform To our imagination, creating unique shapes and forms The glassContinue reading “Glass dances to my tunes”

The Eyes do not see what the Mind does not know

(This dictum is often repeated in medical circles) When the mind learns something new, the eyes start to see What was always before you eyes, but you could not see clearly Once you start seeing something you cannot un-see Your understanding grows exponentially * There are astonishing sights in the world to behold And disgustingContinue reading “The Eyes do not see what the Mind does not know”