My Eyes

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Eyeing the Quadrille #147 (44 words only)

Posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

Laying alone in my recliner
hard to move now
My eyes see everything
yet my eyes see nothing at all

Vivid memories bombard my mind
while I can’t remember what day it is
Still my eyes watch the memories
that play behind closed eyelids


  1. Lovely poem. I especially like the lines: “My eyes see everything/yet my eyes see nothing at all”

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    1. Thank you so much Arcadia. Very happy you enjoyed it! 😊


    2. That’s my favorite part too 🙂

      This was so well written, Ami!


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      1. Thank you so much David! 🙏😊🙏

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  2. Isn’t that true of dreaming? Seeing it all behind closed lids? Or is it in your mind?

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  3. Sadje says:

    So nicely done Ami

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    1. Thank you again Sadje! 😊

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  4. Helen Dehner says:

    Your Quadrille brings back memories of my Mother who passed away from Alzheimer’s and Lewy Body Dementia … the blank look in her eyes. Still as beautiful as ever.

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    1. I believe they retain memories or partial images even if they do not recognize what they are seeing. I hope they are warm memories and not too painful. 🙏


  5. I wonder so… maybe when we have seen enough it’s simply full, so you cannot take in any more.

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    1. Perhaps, although the human brain has the capacity to “eventually” learn and retain so much more …. If ever we can as a species, let go of ego and concentrate on the betterment of our kind – instead of the destruction of self.


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