Words Have Eyes That Sing

Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination
Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart
Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination

Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these
Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession
Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen
To become lovely music giving light to your obsession

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass  
And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins
Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul
Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain

I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown
You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart
Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground

Author's Note

Artist Roger Suraud - http://bestbookmarks.net/art/roger-suraud-paintings-part-2

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

Wow I live with a person, who I know is living this piece right here... Every word every line.

I can understand being obsessed with your art. If that level of passion is not there then is it really worth it?

Opening your heart and mind each day and putting your feeling and thoughts into things... into words... this is what makes you wake up in the morning it's what drives you... I completely understand your ending.... to write until you die :) well said beginning to end.

This is an amazing work. The visuals you use invoke a mixture of all senses. I like the form of this piece. Going from 'speaking to' to a first person answer to the questions placed. ALmost speechless.

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Now this is one amazing write, I like this write alot!!!
Love the pic as well.

[Sukriti Suki]

wow! amazing....Whenever I come to your profile I am amazed to find a new amazing write. Poetry is the respite most of us here have fallen for. Thank you ever so much for sharing this.

[Forest Green]

This poem is topnotch...well rhymed, nicely staged, meaningful throughout with no shortcuts or forced lines...it makes an excellent statement with metaphors bringing to life the reality of writing because it must be done, to not do it is an exercise in denial that would be truly a case of self-desertion.

Darn near perfect...

[FallenWingz]

This is me, when i date someone i always make them take note in my art, whether its a sketch or just a poem that i have written or a story..it sometimes feels like living a house with glass windows or eyes, where you just see you but not the person. if i am making any sense here...

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Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground

a wonderful poem and a beautiful thought to have compared words as eyes that sings at night!
yet another master piece, i would say!

[Audrey Howitt]

Such a lovely depiction of the necessity of doing that which is so much a part of us. It is like the air that we breathe and the blood that flows--I love your third stanza.

[Ashley]

Woah the picture captures the emotion of the poem. nice job.

[Muse]

Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground, this part reminds me a a Tori Amos song called Gold Dust, it's very poetic and dreamy. I would love to tour an art museum with you. Your appreciation for visual stimulation and a good story is embraced by so many here, including myself! xo

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a great way to describe the writing process. We feel it in our veins and can not run from it no matter how hard we may try. It is always there calling to us. These are my favorite lines.

Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen
To become lovely music giving light to your obsession