for Friday Fictioneers, March 15, 2013.
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
All my Words are Silent 
This dust is golden.
Very beautiful writing. I especially like ‘The paper of my skin whispers pages’ sound’.
Claire
I know what you mean. I had my first eye op just 6 months ago.
thank you
thanks Simon
Sheer poetry. Thanks for writing.
thank you
As the “real” layers peel away, others are uncovered. You showed that well.
janet
Dealing with the declining ability is nothing pleasant for anyone.
thanks janet
The melancholy feel of aging so well expressed here.
I thought this was amazing. So much said in so little words.
Denmother
thank you very much
Excellent.
thanks
Sadly beautiful, and beautifully sad. Love it!
Lovely writing again this week. I always enjoy your tales. Beautiful.
Interesting.
thank you for reading them and saying so
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.
“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
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
That was great, very poetic. I especially liked ‘Dying’s process of deletion, dropping memories like scales.’ Looking forward to next week’s!
very kind, thank you
this was a strong fictioneer’s offering. I enjoyed reading it.