Ode to the Watchers of the Soul
In the visage of gentle pallor, they sit enthroned,
Guardians of depth, in blue-grey tones adorned.
A tapestry of life, in twin orbs, is shown,
Mirrors to the world, in curiosity born.
Not just the hue, but the stories they hold,
Of love's soft whisper, of sorrows untold.
In silent vigil, they perceive the bold
Tales of the heart, as life's drama unfolds.
With every glance, a universe expands,
Embracing loved ones with invisible hands.
In their gaze, a tender vigilance stands,
A testament to where true beauty lands.
Yet, amidst this splendor, a shadow creeps,
As sight falters and the dark spots leap.
A grotesque dance, where light slowly seeps,
But still, they watch, they guard, they keep.
For even as the clarity may wane,
The soul's windows endure, through the pain.
In every look, love remains the same,
Eyes that know, eyes that love, eyes that reign.
*I wrote this poem on April 14, 2024, as a poetry challenge. The prompt was “Write an ode to your favorite body part.”
Copyright © Courtney Hubbert | Year Posted 2024
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