The Old Sad Eyes

The Old Sad Eyes

A Poem by Namaa Hammond
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First Chapter

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The stitch of his thread opens doors to the dead
The glitch of the rum burns down the sun
A spoon resolves his dream once yours 
The needle retrieves the seeds deceased

In the basement there lived a peasant
A dark clothed man preaching to the damned 
His book of shadows formed a marrow
The old sad eyes have opened and cried

The eyes that burn the black tree fern
Opened the iris that could swallow a virus
I tossed and turned night after night
Denying my anger and possibly a murder

The old sad eyes have left the dead to sigh
A black glove was stolen by the hands of the wisemen
I wait by the window debate to kill the widow
The cries seemed louder as I dusted the powder

I left no trace below the nest was a blade
The old man had stolen sad eyes so golden
I seized the blade and his forehead disintegrate 
Making my way towards the bed, soon the eyes will be dead

Raising the weapon the windows creaked open
I turn around for there were footsteps on the ground
As cries passed for hours the closer I was to the coward
The old sad eyes cried louder and louder

Goodnight my late friend, goodnight my dear friend
Your perception of thunder had been following me asunder
Now I wipe the enemy of the crying melody
If the blade cuts deep, I would finally sleep

© Nama Babieh 2013

© 2014 Namaa Hammond


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A powerful and detailed tale. You gave enough and I wanted to know more. I like the description of the man and the act you was to commit. You left questions to ponder and visions to understand. I like your style of writing. You write with the skill of the ancient writers. Each line honest and direct. Leaving the reader to grasp each thought. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


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"The old sad eyes cried louder and louder

Goodnight my late friend, goodnight my dear friend
Your perception of thunder had been following me asunder"

Sad and emotive...:).....................

Posted 9 Years Ago


A very reflective piece with meanings woven into the imagery!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Namaa Hammond

9 Years Ago

Thank you for reading :)
A. Amos

9 Years Ago

you're most welcome
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Murder or suicide it is open to conjecture... Well written!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Namaa Hammond

10 Years Ago

Thank you :)
I think this deserves slit of credit. It is sweeping. . .

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Namaa Hammond

10 Years Ago

Thank you , it is appreciated
A powerful and detailed tale. You gave enough and I wanted to know more. I like the description of the man and the act you was to commit. You left questions to ponder and visions to understand. I like your style of writing. You write with the skill of the ancient writers. Each line honest and direct. Leaving the reader to grasp each thought. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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