The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Friday, July 29, 2011


there is an eyeball in my heart
that can no longer squint away the pain
its pupil dilates and it has no lids

it sees when the clerk smiles false
when the child pretends to love because
how else can the loveless be endured?

Diotima from this rung of your ladder
both top and bottom disappear in fog
shapes dim and not so dim move up and down

the eyeball in my heart makes out
the son who is prodigal but never returns
the father who wants to reach but can’t

who says i can climb higher?
my eye can’t close and my limbs grow tired
only my hand clings to your ladder

knowing you have touched it
kind fierce Mistress of the Wise
i am glad


- john o.


  1. The eye is Beauty's own
    Joke winking
    Like a mole on the side
    Of Diotima's white-toothed ladder

    Love has no holds
    No steps to climb
    No rungs for hands to cling
    No up nor down
    No squint or frown
    No beautiful form
    No nothing

  2. everything!

    bravissimo to the quintessential lovers,
    bowing, turiya