Hazel

Hazel

A Poem by Atlanta Carter

 

Her eyes were blue today;

they change with her clothes,

with her mood, when she’s happy,

bluest after a night of passion,

in the morning.

 

I remember; mine were, too.

I shouldn’t have knocked,

maybe he was still there.

Sleep still in her hair,

but not those eyes.

I’d interrupted?

 

“No,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

 

I couldn’t stay, shouldn’t,

her robe invited,

hastily adorned,

barely worn.

I was welcome.

 

“Just having a lazy day,” she said.

 

Not too lazy,

still out of breath.

Where was he? Who?

I’d forgotten why I’d come,

why I should go.

 

Those blue eyes - her body smiled.

 

They are green when she’s bored,

or nervous, like me today,

I love her mussed hair,

her feet, one caressed the other;

I had to run.

 

Hot in the car, too hot for January.

 

I remember too much.

© 2008 Atlanta Carter


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This is a wonderful write. I was immediately drawn into the scene. I felt nervousness on the part of the visitor, a hidden love and admiration while the other seems to be clueless. Is this a man coming to see the woman with the changing eyes? Or perhaps a woman, coming to terms with her feelings for the woman with the changing eyes? So many ways this an be taken, depending on the view of the reader. I love a piece that sits with me (as this does) and makes me ponder and think (as this also does). Thank you so much for sharing. This poem really touched me.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Such a vivid scene and clear voice. I had to read it a few times I enjoyed it so much. It brings the reader immediately into the experience. Lovely work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

...I am speechless for love of your tone, your narration, your description, your flow, your girl. Definitely a new favorite. It's so accessible, so effortless- truly masterful. I love the use of dialogue, the subtle set of scene, and oh! the end. I adore the end. Perfect, seriously. Please try to publish yourself- if this is your voice than I want your book, and trust me, so will other people. It's so Collins meets Bukowski. Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! I couldn't give it higher praise: don't change a THING. Just when I was starting to get exasperated, something like this comes along and pulls me right back in. A+++.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Atlanta Carter
Atlanta Carter

Cincinnati, OH



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