new adventures

new adventures

A Poem by Emily B
"

for Sahar

"

I never thought

to possess blue eyes

before.

 

Never imagined

a world not colored

by shining brown.

 

Never thought

to be one who reflects

two azure lakes.

 

Imagine my pleasure

to glimpse through pools

that reflect your blue skies.

 

Amazed

at the adventures

of a conjuring mind.

© 2010 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
maybe it makes no sense

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'new adventures'
Emily B
The reflection of color or feeling. My husband has hazel eyes. I felt that they were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen when we met. I still do. Color does relay emotion and even feelings. Nature reveals meaning too. Your poem of nature and imagination just was an inspiring dip in a lovely pool. Thanks. I read your poem 'to melt' in the past and thought I'd check this one out when I saw your review on Einstein noodle's page.
Bless you,
Kathy


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

Thank you. I wrote this after a conversation with a young friend many years ago. Her imagination was.. read more
Kathy Van Kurin

3 Years Ago

That does sound really nice. Others have the ability to share so much. I have two grandaughters that.. read more
Emily B

3 Years Ago

That's truly wonderful



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It makes perfect sense and it is beautiful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

With me...it is my honeys blue eyes..Nice job on this one..lol and God bless..Kathie

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's wonderful when we can see through another's eyes, regardless of what color those eyes may be. This is the purpose of writing and reading really, isn't it? I believe so.
I've always been envious of the green-eyed.
Wonderful imagery in this piece. Thank you very much for sharing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have blue-eyes and find no comfort in them.

It made sense and was lovely,
Jack

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Once I've got over the chuckles from Ed's comment, I can tell you that I love this poem... the simplicity, elegance and awe in it is enchanting.

(I'm not getting notice of your posts Emily... I don't know why when I have most certainly subscribed. Can you send me read requests?)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

woven words like never and pleasure and adventure and possessed and glimpse and reflect and before and azure and conjur-[ing]..it's cards shuffled/dealt on the table rather than in a consciously determined order but they fall in suit and numerically artistically..this is all just series of subjective little points that compliment the obvious beauty of style and content and form..so in light of this nonsensical information I've coughed up, I'm gonna let my brain wrap itself around why you say it makes no sense..I've got my grey-ish eye on you, Emily.


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It makes sense through poets' sighs

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one made me think...I've never imagined seeing the world without my blue eyes, but now you have me wondering what it would be like to see things through two soothing pools of caramel, or possibly distant isles of green...hmmm... Nicely done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I learned to see the world more clearly through my daughter's bright blue eyes; learned to see myself; my weaknesses, failures and faults through her. I learned that seemingly unimportant actions can have wonderful rewards or drastic consequences; all through blue eyes even though my eyes are brown. That's what I got out of this. It reminded me of my own experience and how a vicarious outlook may sometimes be clearer than a microscopic vision. Sometimes we are too close on a thing to see it for ourselves and it takes the sight or the insight of a loved one; family member or friend to steer our blind hearts in the right direction. Thanks for reminding me of that; even if it was not your intention. Loved this!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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