That Incredible Artist, the Brain

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Prompt: Write a poem about the most beautiful thing you've seen


Every now and then, with no reason or rhyme, I will incur a painless migraine that lasts for some time Ophthalmologists call it, ocular and its onset is quite fast, unlike the aura of migraines, flashing past but don't last


At one side of the eye, rarely both, my focus I suddenly lose and can't find, then the most fantastic patterns I see- geometric designs that just blow the mind


Dancing and jittering in harsh black and white a broken kaleidoscope revolving - ever changing it seems to avoid my regard, to make it impossible for solving


I've learned, as I lose orientation, to lie down in the dark and breath slow, concentrate on trying to relax and enjoy the incredibly spectacular light show


Sometimes it lasts but ten minutes, others more than an hour. When it's over though, no matter how hard I try, I can't duplicate that image's power


Now I also have retinal vein occlusion, in the same eye the migraine appears, and for this I get needles every month and have now for several years


But they tell me the two aren't connected, that neither affects the other, except there's a cataract now covering that eye and my response is, oh, brother, mother!!!


I only mention this because of the prompt, 'the most beautiful thing I have seen', and I wonder why, through this damaged eye, that such beauty can play on its screen




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