Mrs. Pale Eyes

An after-life gaze

Cathedral eyes

 

She gave off the feeling of watching a balloon float up into the sky.

 

Suspended out of space and time, unknown substrate,

 devoid of everything and full of everything,

 like gazing out at the ocean.

 

Naked eyes that didn't possess an ego, it seemed like no

 transitory biological reaction paid a visit.

 

One curious aspect about her eyes

 was that despite their ghostly paleness,

 they seemed cavernously deep,

never to attend the never-ending séance.

 

Her eyes were attractive but one couldn't

 easily put a finger on why.

She wasn't wearing make-up,

 but her eyes had such quiet power

that the rest of her face and body

seemed as an accessory,

in a sense her eyes "wore" her.

 

Reviews

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

WOW, those eyes. Great writing with such vivid and creative descriptions. Then the ending, EXPLOSIVE "in a sense her eyes "wore" her" WOW WOW WOW, excellent, LOVE IT.

[Frontier]

awww thanks Don't! This made me smile :)

[Don't just B, but B amazing!]

As it did me! Anxious to read more from you. ;-)

[JC]

beautifully done, I like how it rolls out as if you are writing it right now, the thoughts you are having, the observations, the awe that has inspired you and the poetic phrasing...absolutely great.

[Frontier]

Thanks Jason and welcome to my page! :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

That last line was perfect. I love the tribute to those eyes.
They are quite magical. You captured that magic beautifully.

[Frontier]

Thank you Zeitgeist Im glad you liked it.

[PloughBoy]

"...Her eyes wore her." What a clever and creative turn of phrases, Frontier. In fact, I rather enjoyed the entire eerie and ethereal feel of this piece as a whole.

Nicely done.

[Frontier]

Thanks Ploughboy, glad you thought it was ethereal. :)

[PloughBoy]

I did! :), and you're welcome.

[MOON]

Descriptive unique and the end captivating and well those eyes speak.

[Frontier]

Thanks Moon, indeed they do...

[Zakari Schmidt]

That ending...in a sense her eyes wore her...made me wish I'd come up with it. Kinda left in awe. Very cool!!

[Frontier]

That's also my favorite part, I'm glad you're "awed" :)

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

She sounds like she's smoking hot! nice write

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

Is that a picture of Marylin Manson?

[Frontier]

Haaa almost...its Lisa Gerrard

[Perdition]

The gift (or curse) of art/poetry seems to me to be an ability in vision unlike most others. You walk through life lingering in and out of the minutia where others walk around leaving you wondering how this at all possible or if you have lost your mind. Then a strange haunting begins and passion stirs within until you are somehow able to share these visions. In this you have made it seem as if the entire world would have stopped and seen these eyes and declared their toxic light. Knowing that this is not the case you have done this unseen depth an extreme kindness. You have taken these eyes out of the body and written them into the infinite. It is a beautiful thing. Love the way this ends. Thanks~

[Frontier]

Thank you Perdition! You are right, they aren't "evil" eyes. Its almost as if the universe decided to turn into a pair of eyes momentarily hers would be it. Yes, poetic people do walk a strange road....I appreciate :)

[Perdition]

It is a wondrous thing when the universe picks a pair and you see it there hiding and smiling behind a child or a whale or even your own eyes. These are the moments that make me smile in odd colors. "A strange road"..I like that! It makes me want to try bowling with scuba fins. Thanks for the boost Frontier.

[Frontier]

Indeed. Yes the eyes of animals tend to speak that primitive language. Haha well, good luck with the bowling! :)

[Lorriman]

Brilliant, loved it - the line: "...the never-ending seance of restless souls oozing with formaldehyde..." says it all for me. PS. I've no idea how this rating thing works

[Frontier]

haha it's cool! thanks for stopping by! :)

[Edward Lancheister]

excellent imagery and please the reader in understand the meaning of this poem

She wasn't wearing make-up, but her eyes had such quiet power that the rest of her face and body seemed as an accessory, in a sense her eyes "wore" her.

Truly a great ending. when the eyes speak much more than anything

Thanks for share :)

Edward

[Frontier]

Thanks a lot for reading, Edward

[Edward Lancheister]

your welcome :)