Eyes

Wells hold water, and should brim over -
Instead when rope's cord is drawn aloft
The wooden bucket clangs upward dryly,
Because the depths of it are empty.

Trees of autumn that should be rustling
With shades auburn, rust, and marigold,
Instead stand silent, their diamonds fallen –
The beauty of their tears downtrodden.

Rays of sun failing to pierce the shade,
Night descends weary lids of blue sky.
And darkness shrouds that solitary eye –
Obstructing vision, striking sky blind.

The shutters of a house sliding shut -
Windows forced to view shutter's muck
-Of dirt, dusty cobwebs, and dead insects -
When they could see a bright world instead.

Flags rolled tight, glimpse never unwound -
Colorful banners not stroked by wind;
Shades of their own, curled and closed tight,
Not unfurling their lashes of sight.

A pen’s cap forced so snugly shut -
Has yet to paint words, that he may see;
Still waiting to peruse open landscape
Of the paper and parchment’s blank page.

Peaceful blooms slumbering, fast and deep;
Petals prepare - shyly peer and peek
When the time comes to be awakening
(Life staring all around) from their sleep.

Death’s schedule has marked the last day,
When orbs turn cold, for eternity…
-If stopped, he will seldom turns away-
Recollect - truth opens the eye's gaze.

Life stares hard, perhaps not hard enough;
Glares may not break the daily facade.
The lies of living may be left unseen,
when curtain falls, and sight is sealed.

Author's Note

Had an interesting time with this one...the last word of the last 2 lines of each stanza rhyme (though at times imperfectly) AND there is a syllable count pattern of:

9
9
10
9

Reviews

[Puella M. W.]

Dear maktub,

I stand impressed (let me change that to sitting down at a computer)! Truly amazing. Thankyou, thankyou for writing that poem - I had a great time reading it.

Sometimes life just seemes empty, as you have captured it with an waterless well, a leafless tree, a sunless sky... a lifeless life. You've done a genius job of describing "those down points" in life without actually mentioning them until the last verse. Well done - a star for brilliantness to the girl called maktub!

- Puella M. W.