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)
I love the way you chase down the distractions that most would
sacrifice to stay on track. The track often is contrived, side
excursions are the true journey out of poetville~
Thanks for taking me with you, Thanks for the lessons~
This one makes me think of a hurtful past that has in one way freed a soul and in another way restricted the soul as well. Medusa comes to mind with the eyes if they are open one can see the pain and tears but while cast down they blend into the crowed and goes unnoticed by all who aren't paying attention. Yes sometimes we must rule over our Muse and sometimes our Muses have their way it is balance even in the creations of a poetic soul.
Interwoven meanings. You read this, then dip again into it, realizing oh! but there is more.. You show here that you do not have to be considered distant to so many, and that with a clear mind, a person can easily fit you inside of them snugly. I like what you said about disappearing in crowded rooms because of what you revealed to me about doing book signings lol. But like so many have said, you cannot disappear into the shadows, anybody can see your inner light from a mile away.
Eyes see, nothing can escape what you believe you see with your own eyes, this is why your last line was very powerful.
Robin said your mythos is showing, I checked. You must have pit your shorts back on... Seriously. Of course this is great. I like the last two lines but to me the meat is in the second stanza, when you open those lethal eyed and your soul is freed to the world, to damage or sometimes not. Your eyes are a window to your soul. Faceted and fractured (stealing an image from my poem) waiting someone to see it's worth and work it into the thing of dazzling splendor it is by forging it in your own fire.
Amazing work!
"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"
This was perfection!
Pan picked you from the bouquet - your eyes see so much more perhaps because he chose you.
A girl.. i wish i were a little girl nestled in my mother's arms ...
This is beautifully melancholy.
the last two lines seem to be linked to that belief of children "if i don't open my eyes to see them, they won't see me" :).
this poem is a bit different than what i'm used to reading from you, but nevertheless wonderful. a funny thing was that, at first sight, i misread
"these accursed
these loved
jade things"
with "jade wings"...and it fit quite well with the butterflies :)).
Pandora's box hidden within someone's gaze - this is high-class poetry indeed :).