What I See

His mouth was a creation of the World. Gaping lines, Opened wide for booze And thoughtless grins And screaming the words Of his best friends favorite songs. But his eyes, Oh his eyes were a creation of his own. With all the depths of the ocean. Iridescent with empathy and intellect. And dark tides of longing and passion. His mouth had a nasty habit of bandwagoning. But it was his eyes. Those tell-all eyes. That drew me in.

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Allen Beilschmidt Sr.

Date: 3/26/2019 11:42:00 PM

Wonderful poem. The eyes, the window of the soul

John Castellenas

Date: 3/18/2019 12:58:00 AM

The eyes. The view of a another world can be seen if we want to see. Wonderful poetry shared. I enjoyed the poem.

Chris Green

Date: 1/10/2019 12:57:00 PM

Eyes can do that, they can hypnotize you as they seem to stare, penetrating into a realm we only save for ourselves. I have seen eyes like this and they are definitely magical. Beautifully done Julia, this one really spoke to me.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/6/2019 3:53:00 PM

This poem is adorable, it reveals the scamp as a scamp, says you realize it, but you do not care as you see those eyes and it is over for you. This is often the case, and magic when it is. Well done my friend!