The Look

You crave me

to speak to you

in unfettered love

with my eyes alone

yet the demand is

met with distant stares

spoken not-

opaque scenes

are what you are able

to recollect, discern

from the orbs

that once shone

brightly forth

unto your being.

 

 

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Funny how the eyes can speak clearer than the mouth, when they want to, of course.
The title drew me in, and now I'm glad I took, a look. It's always been about the eyes for me,
and probably always will. Thank you for allowing your words to let me to see some new things in my mind
that I hadn't before.

This poem was truly a sight for sore eyes (I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, I'm exhausted, I took the red eye home last night... oh dang sorry again!)

Seriously, this was wonderful!
Antonio

[robin]

Your eyes sparkle the shine of liquid molten spectralite, what brand of specter did thee thy flames de-ignite? I love the reflective quality in your query, makes one think on who came first. The "what you are able to recollect" is an especially low blow, and the fact that you make the receiver figure out their own response is icy c o l d... Another great new dimension in your metaphors.

[Forest Green]

Missing that look of love is one of the difficulties of breaking up. Knowing love has died by the look in her eyes...

Excellent poem...

Daniel

[Angel's Lady]

You crave me
to speak to you
in unfettered love

I just adore these lines! Good job and congratulations!

[Rain]

Is this about fading love ? That's what I get from it, with a twinge of sadness. You have great talent with words. You are a tad abstract, which gives the reader alot of options to creat their own images. 100% Rain..