Vacant Eyes

Vacant eyes, what do they see?
She seems to be entranced
Her expression holds a mystery
From those of us who glance
From heavy hearts we try so hard
To reach her with a smile
We walk beside her through the yard
Beside us for awhile
So lost in other worlds apart
We can't begin to know
Yet, slowly as her face lights up
And eyes shine brightly so
She seems to see what we cannot
Then calls out someone's name
Her hand extends, she reaches out
She says she's glad he came
Though no one's there, it's only me
Her eyes,....they glisten with a smile
Her steps seem lighter, young and free
              if only for awhile....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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February 8, 2011 at 3:06 AM
Very sad picture you have penned here.It seems the lady lost someone very close to her.
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August 31, 2009 at 2:38 PM
wow i feel like im there when im reading this poem...seeing what others cant see,lost in worlds of my own,callin someone's name,one name ,his name...and so glad everytime he comes,and so sad everytime he goes away...this goes to my favs too....cos it touched me----charma
Strand Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 12:25 AM
Ah memories Carrie.Nice work here.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments today.
Derequito Avatar
August 30, 2009 at 11:35 PM
So sad. Where lies the value of a long life if we end up with vacant eyes staring blankly at space, with no semblance remaining of our once pesky youth of long ago. Reality is harsh. Ah, I'd take quality of life anytime over longetivity. Good, reflective write you have here. Fred
Brown Avatar
August 30, 2009 at 2:22 PM
Here it is Sunday and the begining of a new week is upon us. And August is leaving us way to soon. I am enjoying reading such excellent poems today and am happy to see your poetry among them Carrie. May your pen forever flow. Love, Carol
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August 30, 2009 at 1:35 PM
Nice piece Carrie, than you for your kind words on my work>>James
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August 30, 2009 at 12:08 PM
Beautiful. I feel this is speaking of an older person who has lost their life mate or of anyone reaching out to God when their life is at an end. Tell me if I am wrong. Sara
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