Lost Eyes

Somewhere down the line, her hair was blond

Now the black roots showed the aging woman I knew so well

She still had that dignified hatred etched into her face though

I could even see the longing for the question

A wanting to finally retaliate

She probably wouldn't be around in another ten years

Not with that pent up anger

Strange how time does that

To keep it all hidden inside for so long

I really should ask, say something to her

I would sue your hairdresser

Her eyes exploded

So strange, it was the eyes that drew me to her all those years ago

She walked away without turning round

Dignified to the end

I wonder if they’ll put that on her headstone

Hated to the end

The very end

Yet her eyes stayed true.

Author's Note

Honest reviews are always welcome. Any constructive comments welcome.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

I have this personal belief
Eyes are the window of the soul
and the most beautiful of people were once hated and misunderstood
its the nature of humanity to refute anything outside the norm

I enjoy your style of writing
a great deal of honesty and openness

[Paul Bell]

Yes the eyes are definitely the window. They tell all.

[Nisreen]

true ...................

[Pradnya]

Paul,

What a beautiful way of expression. really loved the poem. Thanks for sharing

Prandya

[Paul Bell]

Life in the raw.

[Mrudula Rani]

Pent-up anger, and hate have negative effects on the physical being of a person. Hence the saying " Do not go to bed angry"!

[Paul Bell]

This is why alcohol was invented.

[Mrudula Rani]

Wrong prescription!

[Paul Bell]

Funny alcohol. lol

[barleygirl]

It feels like you're describing ME! I find it difficult to address the less-than-enjoyable aspects of a person in ways that don't sound condemning. I love the way you have explained this totally unlikeable character in a way that sounds almost affectionate! That's the mark of honest creativity! Your train of thought is one of a kind! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Aw Margie, have i found your darkside.

[Neville]

I can relate to almost every line, ragged & real, another good un.......Cheers

[B]

Sometimes being placed amongst the wrong people
Can change such beautiful things about a person
Nothing remains that bad forever
It's simple. Ppl move. Lol

Surely you will see that spark return
For good people get angry with injustice

[Paul Bell]

Yes that's what life is all about. Always moving to new horizons.

[B]

Yes
and to learn that there is no dead end
There is a will there is a way

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Paul Bell
"Lost Eyes" says so much! "She probably wouldn't be around in another ten years not with that pent up anger." This poem speaks to the vulnerability of the human soul and heart. Our pain, experiences and decisions can truly be our downfall is we do not let go and somehow process out the toxicity. It is not necessarily easy but it is so necessary. I found this writing to be a very strong warning to guard our hearts. Bless you for writing such a wonderful work.........................Kathy

[Paul Bell]

Yeah the eyes say so much. Thanks Kathy.

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I like this last line yet er eyes tell truth. I experienced so many times. Face smile but in eyes was great sadnes . Very deeply emotional. Litlle sad but also litlle comforting, Interising piece.

[Paul Bell]

Buried hatred, must be the worse kind.

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Maybe one day buried hate rise in explod . That will be living hell

[Paul Bell]

I'll be on a different planet by then. lol

[...]

Right planet of living hell . That must be interising story

[Paul Bell]

Writing it now. The rise and fall. Actually i think that's been done.

[...]

All right when is finish. I will give you rewiev.

[Paul Bell]

Meant you were doing it.

[...]

All right you got me. Poem will have titlle planet of living hell. Let you know when is ready

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Dome my friend. I cannot keep it dark tone. So i make something like heroic story

[Paul Bell]

Okay look forward to it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Some people hold regret and hate to the ending.
"I wonder if they’ll put that on her headstone
Hated to the end
The very end
Yet her eyes stayed true."
The above lines. Sad and lonely ending for a life. Thank you Paul for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I would so like to hear you read your poetry. Your writing and speech pattern are a bit hypnotizing. ONCE I START I HAVE TO FINISH THE PIECE, whether I'm interested in the subject or not.

Eyes, most people say windows...I always thought mirrors....but that's just me....

[Paul Bell]

Your poetry is similar in depth. Which makes you go back to delve deeper. When you start writing. Do you have the ending in your mind before you begin.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

No, I write straight from thought until it is gone. I type it on to the page from soul and there it stays. Sometimes, Im not sure it's mine.lol

[Paul Bell]

Yeah that feeling you didn't write it. I know it well.

[Valentine]

Now, is that a nice thing to say? Sue the hair dresser? Sadly she cannot hide her faults like she tries to hide her hair. Valentine

[Paul Bell]

She did dye it a lot.