Set Screens

for Friday Fictioneers, March 15, 2013.

Copyright - Lora Mitchell

With age I come to see more clearly, through glaucoma and the cataracts.  Each layer beamed away, burning holes in cloudy veils.  Colors hardly remembered, bright edges that the world lends.  All that glitters can’t be told.  Even my hearing improves, as if long years of practice had taught me how to listen.  The paper of my skin whispers pages’ sound.  Dying’s process of deletion, dropping memories like scales.  Surgery after surgical procedure – removing the lens, installing; expanding tubes, constricting; bypassing and shunting – internal edits increasing my awareness that I’ve no idea how deep my set screens go.  I am yet to see this world, through the versions that I’ve filmed.

N Filbert 2013

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25 thoughts on “Set Screens

  1. simonhlilly says:

    This dust is golden.

  2. claireful says:

    Very beautiful writing. I especially like ‘The paper of my skin whispers pages’ sound’.
    Claire

  3. john zande says:

    I know what you mean. I had my first eye op just 6 months ago.

  4. Sheer poetry. Thanks for writing.

  5. As the “real” layers peel away, others are uncovered. You showed that well.

    janet

  6. Joe Owens says:

    Dealing with the declining ability is nothing pleasant for anyone.

  7. The melancholy feel of aging so well expressed here.

  8. denmother says:

    I thought this was amazing. So much said in so little words.
    Denmother

  9. N Filbert says:

    thank you very much

  10. Sadly beautiful, and beautifully sad. Love it!

  11. elappleby says:

    Lovely writing again this week. I always enjoy your tales. Beautiful.

  12. N Filbert says:

    thank you for reading them and saying so

  13. Very good writing I especially like this sentence “Even my hearing improves, as if long years of practice had taught me how to listen.” If aging just could be this graceful.

  14. Tom Poet says:

    “The paper of my skin whispers pages’ sound. ” I agree with Claire that is a great line. Pure poetry my friend and a pleasure to read…Great job this week!

    Tom

  15. Dear N,
    “With age I come to see more clearly…” This line drew me in. You held my attention to the end. Poetic.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

  16. jwdwrites says:

    That was great, very poetic. I especially liked ‘Dying’s process of deletion, dropping memories like scales.’ Looking forward to next week’s!

  17. N Filbert says:

    very kind, thank you

  18. billgncs says:

    this was a strong fictioneer’s offering. I enjoyed reading it.

"Authors frequently say things they are unaware of; only after they have gotten the reactions of their readers do they discover what they have said" - Umberto Eco

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