Hazel

 

Her eyes were blue today;

they change with her clothes,

with her mood, when she’s happy,

bluest after a night of passion,

in the morning.

 

I remember; mine were, too.

I shouldn’t have knocked,

maybe he was still there.

Sleep still in her hair,

but not those eyes.

I’d interrupted?

 

“No,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

 

I couldn’t stay, shouldn’t,

her robe invited,

hastily adorned,

barely worn.

I was welcome.

 

“Just having a lazy day,” she said.

 

Not too lazy,

still out of breath.

Where was he? Who?

I’d forgotten why I’d come,

why I should go.

 

Those blue eyes - her body smiled.

 

They are green when she’s bored,

or nervous, like me today,

I love her mussed hair,

her feet, one caressed the other;

I had to run.

 

Hot in the car, too hot for January.

 

I remember too much.

Reviews

[Doreen]

This is a wonderful write. I was immediately drawn into the scene. I felt nervousness on the part of the visitor, a hidden love and admiration while the other seems to be clueless. Is this a man coming to see the woman with the changing eyes? Or perhaps a woman, coming to terms with her feelings for the woman with the changing eyes? So many ways this an be taken, depending on the view of the reader. I love a piece that sits with me (as this does) and makes me ponder and think (as this also does). Thank you so much for sharing. This poem really touched me.

[Athena Marie]

Such a vivid scene and clear voice. I had to read it a few times I enjoyed it so much. It brings the reader immediately into the experience. Lovely work.

[LC Coyle]

...I am speechless for love of your tone, your narration, your description, your flow, your girl. Definitely a new favorite. It's so accessible, so effortless- truly masterful. I love the use of dialogue, the subtle set of scene, and oh! the end. I adore the end. Perfect, seriously. Please try to publish yourself- if this is your voice than I want your book, and trust me, so will other people. It's so Collins meets Bukowski. Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! I couldn't give it higher praise: don't change a THING. Just when I was starting to get exasperated, something like this comes along and pulls me right back in. A+++.