Girl~

I am not small

but I could fit into the center of your universe

if you are reaching for me

with a uncluttered mind

 

I am very good at going

unnoticed

in a crowded room

as long as I am a lady

with eyes on the patterns of the flooring

a girl braced

against whispering souls

with downcast demeanor

but sometimes I forget to be invisible

and my damaged soul

peeks through a flutter of black eyelashes

killing everything with these accursed

these loved

jade things

 

When I was two

Pan plucked my blue eyes from their sockets

and placed them in a field of violets

where the butterflies hovered for a taste of tears

and from his pocket he took a box

of velvet linings

encasing Pandora's eyes

 

I am invisible

until I open my eyes . . . .

 

 

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Author's Note

~it wanted to be written and gave me no choice~sometimes it be that way . . . .

Reviews

[Linear]

Some muse you have, to be given such eyes be they violet or Jasmine or the green of Jade, men will no doubt die in those eyes, drowning in them to a womans delight

Such a vivid imagination you have, and unique to the ninth degree, you continue to amaze with your skill......never stop, not even when I'm gone :O)

[Hayley]

Wow I really like the third stanza. Your style is unique and your wording in this poem is beautiful and effective. Excellent write!

[Jean]

Beautiful. :)

[Judy Ponceby]

Sometimes it is that way :) Very well written. Love the images you portray.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Chills! Love reading your work Selene

[Joiedevivre]

the power of what is hidden in the eyes when let to roam can kill a thousand hearts. I can imagine how you write shines right through them.

[Liza]

this is so lovely; a vision expands when our hearts move beyond us -

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

first of all, o my word!
second, i could write so many lines on this but it would review so much personally
minus that this is astounding itself that should say something alone

[Joshua J. Certain]

What a beautiful image to painted in words

[Revolutionary]

Butterflies tasting tears.Blue eyes being replaced with brown.Pan had no idea that your face would make brown eyes just as beautiful as blue.I do love to read your writing.Again complicated and intricate yet my simple mind can understand.You make me feel smart even if I did have to look up intricate to spellit right

[Lachenille Papillion]

The truth of every eye... seeing what is expected... sometime so contrary to what is really there, sometimes keener than the actual matter...
a cursed gift and a gorgeous write.