Timothy Hicks Poet Dramatic Verse

The Eye Is Such a Braggart

The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that.
Does no one dream about an ear or a nose?
(personally ... I find the shin and pinkie toe quite fascinating)
But it is a place the Poet seldom goes,
still hot on cornea fever ... stanza after stanza after

stanza.

It's like I'm part of a Dickens' novel: A Tale of Two Spheres      (oh dear)
Velvet pupils coming at you ... (attention spans beware ... we're discussing EYES)

... but what about the palms and the cowlick?
(do you have the gumption to make it poetic?)

Or is it back to the drawing board - sleepless nights
excavating further facets of the dead-lights.

I know its "infinite depths" make you sigh with Shakespearean fervor,
but really, enough is enough,
when there's so much more of me to love.

Have you so quickly forgotten the beauty of a rose?
(plug your nose and see how it goes)
I want so bad to see that lovely weirdness
chilling out beneath your temples.

I pray it's not too much to ask for a little ink spilled
to the one who showed you piano,
the sound of rain, your mother's voice.

(that curious curvature holding up your glasses
deserves a rhyme or two
... not another verse
about my baby blues!)

Just once I wanna hear someone say,
Your nose makes my heart run ...
Your chewed off fingernail brings to mind the crescent moon ... !

For your next Magnum Opus could you spare some room
for the underdog anatomy.

Did you know I have a crooked ear that's more endearing
than a heart carved into a tree?

Didn't think so!      (iris hog)

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Constance La France March 21, 2016 at 2:21 PM Timothy, this is a fantastic write, wonderfully penned full of wit and reality, oh course us poets like the eyes, the windows to the soul, but I will tell you a secret, many people have admired my nose, I am loving this 7 ~ Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 11:54 PM The eyes are worthy of the praise ... they just need to acknowledge the "little guys" now and then :) I'm sure you have an admirable nose, Constance (I'll keep it hush hush though) ... thanks for reading.

Suzanne Delaney March 21, 2016 at 12:01 PM I love the way you go with a triggering thought. Time to try a Glosa methinks. I also find pig's crooked ears endearing. Cheered me up reading your Magnum Opus on lovely wiednesses. Have a great week. SuZ Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 10:54 PM This is exactly right, Suz. Nothing more than an idea that popped into my head that I decided to run with. In the process of working off that quatrain you started ... pretty fun, but a challenging form to work with, for sure!

Sarah Jabri March 21, 2016 at 6:16 AM "Have you so quickly forgotten the beauty of a rose?" - love this. Wonderful Timothy :) Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 2:49 AM Thanks Sarah!

James Inman March 21, 2016 at 5:59 AM "Your nose makes my heart run ..." great line! What a wonderful idea for a love poem. Very witty Timothy. Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 2:38 AM Thanks James. What's more romantic than a pair of nostrils, am I right? (and thus --- I remain single!)

Lin Lane March 21, 2016 at 5:57 AM I can't get excited about a man's snout. Lol Ears are good for nibbling, but his Lips! Those catch my attention every time. I have to be careful to stop staring at a nice pair and look into the eyes of a man who's talking to me. Simple subject that you've taken to the depths of your.....what color are your eyes, Tim? lol Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 2:32 AM They are blue, my friend (I see you've been looking at my ears, instead of my spheres, you had to ask ... LOL!) ... I suppose a nose is hard to get "warm and fuzzy" about, but hey ... stranger things have happened! Enjoyed reading your entertaining comment, Lin . Thank you!

Laura Breidenthal March 21, 2016 at 12:03 AM This is pure gold, Timothy. A sweet, humorous poem about "the underdog anatomy"! So good and refreshing content here. This made me smile. Well done! Always, Laura Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 1:57 AM The underdog anatomy was dying for some notoriety ... had to oblige. Glad I could make you smile :)

CayCay Godwin March 20, 2016 at 11:43 PM A crooked ear would indeed be endearing in one I love. This poem is a mixed bag yet nothing got lost - that's talent. Sarcasm, humor, food for thought and; therefore, inspiration. I truly do love each unique feature of my man, his eyes hold me, but it is his nose, lips and cheekbones that draw me. See? You are making me think with your valid, creative and entertaining write ... CayCay 7 Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 1:55 AM What an intelligent and sweet comment this is CayCay. I wholeheartedly appreciate it. Though it looks like you've left the cat out of the bag, as quite of few of my poems are a "mixed bag" ... perhaps because I have an affinity for wordplay and jumpiness, and just hope everyone can tag along for the ride. Glad you liked!

J. Tudor March 20, 2016 at 11:01 PM I'd give my right eye to be able to focus and harness this much energy on a regular basis!!...J. Timothy Hicks March 22, 2016 at 1:30 AM Perhaps a little too much caffeine, methinks ... my imagination likes to run away with me! Thanks for taking the time to read, Mr. Tudor ... and for the entertaining remark!