We see with more than just eyes.
We see through echoes and pauses—
the places where words falter
and emotions speak instead.
We see in the weight of silence
—after truth is told.
We see, not just the image
but the intention behind it.
The ache behind the strength.
The hope buried in pain.
The longing for transformation
—etched into every line.
Neville’s poem doesn’t ask for sight alone
—it asks for perception. For feeling.
For bearing witness to what isn't easily named.
So if we answer honestly:
we see with empathy. we see with listening.
we see with the part of us that doesn’t
—need answers to recognise a cry.
How do you see?
If you're game to explore more,
maybe we create a duet
—two ways of seeing, side by side.
a lovely and most heartfelt
a lovely and most heartfelt piece. very much enjoyed
Thank you so much for your
Thank you so much for your kind words deear Ramona.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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