Eyes

[goldenlangur]

Eyes

 

Grains of memory

blown here and there

flicker into outline

these eyes

violently empty of color and light

unseeing visible holes

I can’t tell

if they behold me or I behold them

or if these eyes or I, are held

within the prisms of dream or reality.

[Aleksandra]

Well, goldenlangur, this poem is so much to my taste. I love this poem of yours. It's very deep and it keeps the reader at the crossroad. It's great written. That facing of the dream and reality, of desire and sadness, of love and pain, makes me to feel as the narrator of this poem. I can feel the melancholy that is introduced to the reader in between the expressions of wisdom.

 

I enjoyed this poem, a lot.

 

Aleksandra

[goldenlangur]

Hello Aleksandra,

 

 

How well you read and how eloquently you've express!:

 

Well, goldenlangur...That facing of the dream and reality, of desire and sadness, of love and pain....

 

I enjoyed this poem, a lot.

 

 

It's been a while since I wrote a free verse piece and I am delighted that this works for you.

 

 

Thank you for the encouragement and support.

[tonyv]

Captivating. Starts off like a whirlwind, then dissipates like a mirage, Golden. I like how you describe the sockets. Enjoyed the eyes/I's and the tell/behold/held. Flicker into outline is inspired.

 

There are certain words that are somehow unique to each of us in our works. Prism is one of yours ...

 

Tony