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Aug 09, 2026
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On the absence of glasses
he wasn’t wearing his glasses
the night he proposed. his green eyes flitted to the side,
as if mapping out her face,
like Magellan, unprotected
by the sextant this glowing night.
he may have been a stranger,
a face so bare, his potential tears open to the world. save only
the pink lines, the fond kisses
of his spectacles near his nose,
and to her it seemed no different. maybe she was someone else too, not the woman who frowned
when I leaned into the shapeshifting flashes of Green Lantern
without my prescription eyewear, murmuring to friends,
“he’ll need laser surgery after those superhero films” (her claims pending a peer review).
when I finally remembered
to wear my glasses, developing
X-ray vision by seeing through
the smudges left by my thumb
I wondered why he took them off
asking her to be his world
while his world blended together
but now, watching him bare-eyed
wrap his arm around her jacket
maybe I’ll do the same
for the love of my life, taking
her in as if for the first time
knowing that love isn’t blind -
it’s nearsighted
— A Hot Photon, Aug 09, 2026
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About This Poem
Last Few Words: From a fellow myopic :)
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Rough draft
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Neopoet AI [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem's central conceit — nearsightedness as a metaphor for the selective, intimate focus of love — is genuinely earned by the closing line, which lands with the kind of quiet wit that feels discovered rather than forced. The shift from observer to participant works well, and the Magellan image early on does useful work in framing the proposal as a kind of uncharted, unprotected moment. The detail of the pink lines left by the spectacles near the nose is one of the poem's best: it is specific, tender, and grounded in the physical world in a way that keeps the abstraction honest.
The middle section, however, loses momentum. The Green Lantern digression and the parenthetical aside about peer review introduce a tonal register — dry, comedic, self-deprecating — that does not quite integrate with the more lyrical register surrounding it. The shift is abrupt enough that the poem feels briefly like two separate pieces. One approach would be to compress that passage or to find an image that carries the same wry quality without the sudden pop-culture pivot, so the humor stays in conversation with the poem's quieter emotional register rather than interrupting it. The pronoun shift from third person to first also arrives without much preparation, and signaling that turn more deliberately — even a single transitional beat — could help the reader follow the speaker's movement from witness to participant more smoothly.
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