Eyes.

Eyes.

A Poem by Aehr

I wonder how, when people look into your eyes
They see everything not very special
They see-  
The normality of the placid browns in your irises
When you don't even realize they're looking
But not the light reflecting a thousand rainbows
When you squint up at the sun
They see- 
Nothing, but that your eyes are closed
When you fall asleep
But don't think about the things you're probably seeing
In the dreams playing behind your eyelids
They see-
The way your eyes seem to spit fire when 
Rage unsettles your mind
But not the long lashes shielding the secrets
You probably hide everyday

© 2014 Aehr


Author's Note

Aehr
I'm not very happy with the title. Any suggestions?

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Enter my Eyes -This would be spectacular for your poem for this is what you see through your eyes and not just on physical level. I really enjoyed reading this as you took me through your eyes! very touching and your right some people do indeed miss that very often. This was indeed touching touching for me and I really love reading it thank you lovely
:)
-CDB

Posted 10 Years Ago


Aehr

10 Years Ago

thank you for your review, Carl :)
I don't know I like the title; its plain and simple but I guess I could suggest "Deep within the eyes". This is a great theme for a poem because the eyes are very powerful and have different meanings. Overall, it was well done.



Posted 10 Years Ago


the piece i can relate too. last lines are very punching and bitter truth

Posted 10 Years Ago


well, that was penned well, and eyes, yes many stories are hid in the eyes of each one of us..
that was very excellent

Posted 10 Years Ago


The eyes do tell stories. I have seen yearning eyes, pissed-off eyes and sad eyes. Doesn't matter the color. When we are content. The eyes come alive and can make someone sad and happy. I like your description. Last lines is true. We rarely know the person. All of us hold secrets and regret. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


But not the light reflecting a thousand rainbows
When you squint up at the sun

I like this line especially. Well penned

Posted 10 Years Ago



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