the way you wrote it means 'where she is going' 'where she is from' which isn't really a question... more like a statement.
I head (heard) her name many times before
But yet
I still don't know who she's is (she is)... the apostrophe 's' reads as "she is is"
That said....
I dare not ask
For I rather wonder
And sit here as I watch her
Unfold in front of me
Her smile says much
Her eyes tell her story
Yet her lips never moved!
I love these lines. the image of her "unfolding in front of you" very nice. Just so you know I only point out these grammar mishaps to help, but it doesn't take away from the poem, for me, at all. I often have reviews of people telling me how I misspelled this, that, or the other... and I'm grateful, so don't take it negatively I really enjoy your work!
A look, a position....those who pay attention can learn so much - unlike those of us like me who are so entangled in the 'right word...' we never get a clue. A well written, thought provoking piece.
Jose, you did a great job with the imagery in this poem, I think we all wonder about those we see through our own eyes, then we read their writings and we see much more of what those eyes tell us about the person. I myself always look deeply into a person, it is how I get to know them, should they spark my interest.
Tony
A beautiful and sensitive ode to love, it's true when love so unexpectedly falls across your path the eyes have it and there is no need for words at all...both parties know...
I enjoyed this Jose...thank you...
Helen :)
Body language and the eyes are all that a person really needs to communicate. I like how you make it apparent that he understands what she is saying even though she has not yet said a word. I really liked this thank you for sending it my way.
the who, where, what and why's could destoy us if we are not careful -- great writing -- loved the part about the eyes... i truly believe that the eyes are the windows to the souls -- it's what i notice frist about someone.
If there be grief, then let it be but rain,
And this but silver grief for grieving's sake,
If these green woods be dreaming here to wake
Within my heart, if I should rouse again.
But I shall sleep, .. more..