Fixed Gaze

Fixed Gaze

                                   To capture the distant gaze
                                  Of the aged's milky blue eye
                                     Is to gaze into eternity.

                                       Is it my eye they see
                                       Or a distant memory,
                                          The tiniest mote, 
                                       The light of a spark?

                                       Fixed upon a place
                                      Staring motionlessly,
                                         Fearing to miss
                                            A glimpse
                                     Of who they might be.

                                       A feeling of falling
                                 Into the vastness of space.
                                   No beginning no ending
                                Consciousness lost in place.

                                   I swear we connected
                                   Within that long stare.
                                   The horror of knowing
                                   Too soon I'd be there.
                                       A milky blue iris
                                   Not seeing the world
                                       Not seeing me.

                                        Fixed gaze,
                               The world staring back
                                           At me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Rhymer Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 11:14 PM
Have seen those eyes and feared looking into them.In the movie big fish the old woman the kids called a witch said if you looked into her opaque lensed eye you would see your death.The closer I get the less fearful I am or perhaps pragmatic.Fearing life's conclusion does not add an iota of time to it.Really enjoyed Kevin.
Gomm Avatar
July 21, 2018 at 6:48 AM
KEVIN,I thought you where writing about a moment of stillness, not fear ? that's how your poem came across to me. when we shut off for a few seconds ?? um Jayne.
Lawrence Avatar
July 19, 2018 at 11:29 AM
Really!?! No one sees the horror of this and needs to express fear? Kev.
Gomm Avatar
July 19, 2018 at 9:25 AM
This poem has of a dream like quality Jane Gomm.
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