I could see the turmoil in her eyes before she turned her face up to the skies tear by tear drop by drop a piece of her soul washed from her eyes and she cried still cries burning eyes
this looks to me to be a form poem of a tear beginning to swell beneath an eyelash. the tone is melancholic and the movement from past to present in the last two lines is a powerful touch. "a piece of her soul washed from her eyes", to me, is the core of the piece. your creativity is admirable and the compassion within this speaker appears nothing short of a gift.
this looks to me to be a form poem of a tear beginning to swell beneath an eyelash. the tone is melancholic and the movement from past to present in the last two lines is a powerful touch. "a piece of her soul washed from her eyes", to me, is the core of the piece. your creativity is admirable and the compassion within this speaker appears nothing short of a gift.
Wonderful...I know this pain, and you hit the nail on the head with this poem...I love that about poetry, that each poem I read I can relate, this I relate greatly. And I love the spontaneity of your emotions for you to write it on the spot.
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