Brown eyes

For the muddies, the poop colour, the dirt.

BROWN EYES

You there have been called plain.
Nothing too absurd, just tame.
Blue eyes have been the rage,
They are the show stoppers they turn the page.
Deepest of blues like staring down from the sea,
Or cold like an ice berg at -100 degrees.
Green eyes are like a jaded forest and
Racing mountain plains,
Wild fruit and grains.
They are full of mischief and fire,
Filled to the brim with life and desire.
Then there’s hazel with their doe like eyes.
Sweet soft sighs
And how you can just melt into liquid love.
I imagine those eyes are fit for doves.
But you my dearest of dear
Are gifted with brown eyes, that is clear.
They do not shine or shimmer,
Or glint and glimmer,
Beckon or beguile
With even boring names attached like
Samantha or Kyle.
They say you are plain.
Nothing much to see, quite normal, quite lame.
But my dear they do not know!
Of the power that lies asleep, ready to show.
You are the richness of the earth,
The warmth radiating from a hearth,
The mystery of a book’s unwritten end,
Teasing like a woman’s supple curves and bends,
Fierce as the claw,
Hiden beneath the soft pad of a lion’s paw
And uplifting like the cries of the revolution.
You are the salvation and the solution.
My dear you have brown eyes.
I do not lie,
They are the most beautiful

Author's Note

For the brown eyes.

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

Lovely poem My friend. I love brown eyes too. I was brown eyed as child, but somehow with old age they have turned into Hazel. I love reading through peoples eyes, I find out so much about them. I enjoyed your poem, my friend...peter

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely tribute to brown eyes. My daughter and grandchildren all have brown eyes, comes from the other side of my family. Mine are grey/green. Brown eyes are like melted chocolate, warm and loving. Give me brown eyes any day for beauty.

Chris