This poem was from this week’s Living Poetry Prompt, believe it or not.
Who Needs Sight?
I’d rather be blind
than struck deaf.
Vision is too distracting.
I don’t need eyes
in the back of my head
to hear someone approach.
Who needs sight
when we swim
in an ocean
of sound?
Bubbling laughter of women
Harsh taunts of blue jays
Summer wall of cicadas
Distant mourn of coyotes
Tip tap of falling rain
Cursive swirl of wind
Sharp crumbling leaves
Singular silence of snow
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Beautiful description and sentiment.
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Thanks. I’m glad you liked it.
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Lovely!The image gives it a totally different dimension.
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Thank you. It was difficult to find an image to represent blindness.
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