Eyes ClosedA Poem by Y. CountsThere is a red sun burning behind my eyes. A place of resistance to my blinking open to see the world’s colors turning strange around me. Here, behind the veil, sounds become more real, echo deeper, have more meaning. But the honeyed redness never varies, brightest where the sun is hung high, marbled with visions and phantom motes my eyes pick out of the constant color, undefined.
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Added on March 18, 2008 AuthorY. CountsCAAboutMy Writing: I am not a writer by education or by discipline. My poems are like dreams that become complete when given words. From the place beyond words they grow fingers and ask to be born. They tin.. more..Writing
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