ROAMING EYE

She smiles in her
passive aggressive accusation
I am guilty of a roaming eye
Observant, I am a servant
Locked in a struggle with beauty
Allowing me to see but never feel
My inner artist is real

A vessel for images and forms
visions that perform for me
A daily dance of chance,
I am in my writers trance
Breathing and creating beauty

Words are my window
Seeking warmth in the cold
A passage to a soul
Not barter nor sold

And so I smile, a shy eye
I reach and hold her hand
I tell her...

" your love is real in my visual land"

Reviews

[wordplay29]

Nice...

[November Gold]

A great expression of devotion and love. Our eyes are made to notice and take in beauty around us, it's what is in our hearts that truly counts.

[Priscilla Sayers]

A beautiful poem. Well written and flows gracefully as I read. The honesty of the roaming eye that is drawn in by beauty. Wonderful piece.

[Yellow Butterfly]

You words flow from your pen in a nonchalant manner with great diction throughout each stanza Simple, direct, and truly heartfelt, with the resonance of intimacy seen through the roaming eye of a romantic poet.

This is a very good expositional write

[Aidz]

Dude another love tome better lay off the CC my friend way to much sugar :P

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Wow... I love this a lot ! I do not know which part I love more but it all.

[WhiteWillow]

Such an elegant poem, one of your best. The flow is impeccible. A heartwarming piece.

[Kenneth The Poet]

The truth is, our eyes always roam no matter what. Biological slaves we are I think. It doesn't excuse anything and I think you capture that pesky conscientiousness rather well here. Love the rhythm, rhyme and flow.

[light and ashes]

Amazing and beautiful poem :] Loved reading it.