The Casualty of Blue Eyes~

Your blue eyes

remind me

of rare gems

dancing in a little red pocket

while the trees fell to their knees

and the wolf wiped flour from his muzzle

 

shake the rain water from coils of red hair

and red hope

 

The frown line

line of thoughtful men

pain line

a crucifix

an imprint

of lives dived deep and deeper

cross sectioning

strong bones;

some days I don't know how to process you

your beauty leaves me hungry

builds a horrid pressure

beneath the floating rib. . . .

 

Your blue eyes

remind my hands

how to covet . . . .

 

 

 

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Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

You have made me see "him" in an entirely new light.... as such a beautiful being should be seen and remembered... especially at a time like this.
"Trees fell to their knees and the wolf wiped flour from his muzzle"-- love that visual, that symbolism of something so profound and tragic in history. His beauty leaves me hungry as well
I love sitting at your feet and learning:) Thank you, my dovely.

[David Winters]

I really liked the style. The words red written in red. Just that simple action caught my interest in your poem. Great work.

[Rossen]

Poignant multi faceted gem with the last turn in the light... poet blue...



Rossen

[Tate Morgan]

beautiful isnt it blue eyes cased in honey hue

[emma]

i thought it was amazing! i especially luved "trees fell to their knees"

[Octob3r Star]

Very nice!

[Dai Edenburough]

Just awesome.

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Covet the way you captured beauty in such simple, but powerful blue strokes of your magic ink:)

EZ

[disconnectedspirit]

good poem...lots of reviews all from different people...wow...

[Bard Constantine]

Myth maker and word weaver, how I have missed your mystic lines...