Eyes

about the eyes of someone I love

Pools; marron-infused pits

I fell in, 

I can't swim,

I could drown forever.

Perpetual change, constant evolution

But not for his,

Time cannot come close 

With those earthy jewels,

Glistening oak.

They cause in me

Asystole.

  Asystole.

    Asystole.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Hi, Becky. You've created a truly unique poem on one of the most common topics in poetry. I've never read or heard "asystole" (A dire form of cardiac arrest in which the heart stops beating and there is no electrical activity in the heart; the heart is at a total standstill) used in a poem. You've used it well here.

I read not long ago that "a good poem surprises your senses, shakes you awake, stirs your emotions, and startles your imagination." That's what you've accomplished here.

[beckyflowa]

Thank you very much for your review, it brought me great joy.

[R.E. Ray]

You're welcome, Becky.