Blind Love
written by: Alan Hardy
She twists round, her sweep of hair, the angle of light,
portray a sweetness of gaze and features,
how things could have been.
A grimace, a scowl, a morose distortion of face
does reveal how she often is.
That perfect image, a publicity still standing out from
the mass of ordinary others, and bundle of scary few,
could be the truest. The one that pictures her soul.
The radiance hidden by the blurry ones, the misaligned ones,
the ugly, nasty, wicked ones.
One of them might be the real her. Just as valid
as the devilishly pretty one. The one to fall
in love with. The ones to avoid her.
Skirt by hurriedly. Nervously. Fearfully.
The whole gamut, I admit, encapsulates myriad possibilities.
Still, the one where, twisting and turning,
body and face catch beauty’s transient light
is the one that takes my breath away.
The others can remain hidden in cupboards.
The photo in my hand
I will hold forever in my heart.
- Blind Love - February 21, 2025