In praise of modern eye-surgery

Wow, those colours! This is like seeing them through the wondrous eyes of a child again. Rejuvenation.

Three weeks ago, a twenty-minute, painless, cataract operation under local anaesthetic transformed my world. When I removed my eye-patch the next day, vibrant colours had replaced all the fuzzy greyness; I could see every blade of grass, every leaf, and all the nuances of light and shade. And the day after that, during a walk in the woods, the green brilliance of the trees and the splendour of the bluebells nearly blew me away.

Today, I’m wearing my old crazy multi-coloured straw sun hat that’s been languishing in a drawer for years. And I’ve decided to take up painting again, so my next venture will be a children’s novel for 8-11 year-olds, complete with illustrations.     

For the Love of Haiku

The silly season…

Buddha just sees still water

in a world gone mad.

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Every third Saturday of the month, adollyciousirony posts an image from her Art Game and invites folk, who feel so inspired, to write a Haiku based on what they see on the image. The above picture is number three in this wonderful game.

To join in the fun, go to http://allaboutlemon.com/for-the-love-of-haiku

BuddhaRocks project: a little white flower

RENEWAL

Bitter-sweet deep

rancid the flower weeps

strangled by sleep.

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Beneath brown earth

thick with snails

she awaits birth

as the wind wails.

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The snows fall

and Spring fails

as a grey wall.

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Roots search in vain

where worms squirm

drowned by rain

sun turns earth firm.

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On into the light

pushes the shoot

crowned flower white.

(c) Sarah Potter, 2012

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This poem is my contribution to the Buddha Rocks project for March.

To find out more about this inspiring multimedia project, visit Evelyn at http://fillingahole.wordpress.com and photographer Eric Alder at buddharocks.deviantart