MYSTERIOUS EYES

unrevealing

 

MYSTERIOUS EYES

I gaze into those dreary green eyes

like the color of the raging sea

within the bounds of sun’s brilliant rays

those stares with streaming droplets

as though life itself overflows

down a steep mountain

singes a black cavity in my core

 

Pain is sinister to fragile bones

and crucifies those sorrowful eyes

what has transpired me to mold you in dark?

is it my presence? I wish to be of comfort

yearn to taste your lips

my essence is humbled

 

Perhaps my muse will break the silence

of your woeful mood

Possibly impart you with spring bouquets

to gently awaken your senses

songbirds to chirp melodies of spring

to hearten your quintessence

perhaps then you shall reveal within

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Soren]

The eyes are the mirror to the soul. Maybe our muse can be read through their eyes. Very nice

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Soren for a nice review!
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

We must excite our muse dear Betty.
"Possibly impart you with spring bouquets
to gently awaken your senses
songbirds to chirp melodies of spring
to hearten your quintessence"
I adored the above lines dear friend. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Always appreciate your reviews John....
Thank you!
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome dear Betty.

[John the Baptist]

The speaker seems to be addressing a reluctant lover. Actually, depressed may be a better word. Something painful has happened to the other, so much so that the speaker's best efforts seem to have no effect. Perhaps poetry can make a change for the better. Make that poetry and Prozac.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for that clever review!!
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

Yes, I, too , am waiting for songbirds to sing melodies of springs, Betty.

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

I hope you don't wait too long! Thank you for your review. Best. B