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

[Tkess]

Your work always seems so effortless. The flow is wonderful as always.

[Tate Morgan]

Oh what those women do to us you know it seems so unfair

[LadyCardiac]

...no words... just in awe of your talent.

[taylorrose]

you do have a inner artist i just the all the poems you write keep it up

[Hannah Paige]

When i read this i feel almost weightless

[Cassie Fraga]

mmmmm... sense of ease I get from this...
"your love is real in my visual land" oooohhh how I understand!!
thank you for sharing this Rene... great work as always!!

[Coyote Poetry]

The eyes can tell us a thousand stories if we are allowed to look into them. I like the gentle and kind poem. The lines told a beautiful story of eyes that can make us content or become sad. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote