Ode to dark eyes

Black as dirt are those living storms
The earth screams through our eyes
Dare to take a dip into
those Elegant shining cesspools
Which give birth to
Red roses and yellow bees
The closest liaison
Between earth and man

Look at the soil come to life
Proof of the
Futility of a period
Brown eyes can show you
What may happen
If you're not
In touch with
The ground
Dark eyes can show you
How it'd look like
If the ocean swallowed
The earth

These eyes,
the mother ship
Is never seen landing
Because it is everywhere

Who knows
What life will
Sprout from
These mahogany dreams
What the sun would be
Without these
Shadows that can see

Where would the
Blue sky drop its tears
From where would
The green nurturing
Foliage emerge

These muddy orbs are
Also where
all the pretty colors
Come to die

Reviews

[Sunya]

Red roses and yellow bees with earth and man :) beautiful...great write :)

[Frontier]

Glad you liked it, Sunya

[symmetryAsymmetry]

This is great! I loved it...it has an iridescent quality...ranging from delicate hues to down right sinister...again, loved it!

[Frontier]

Thanks a lot .. Appreciate your insightful input. :)

[Tree]

I read this a while back, but didn't have the time then to do it justice, so I'm back. I remember thinking, it's about time someone gave some love to the "dark eyes", but really there is so much more here. The poet has a distinct way of seeing the world, and the metaphors you use here are a damn good example of this. Muddy orbs, black as dirt, mahogany dreams, and I liked, that second to the last stanza; where the poet reminds us how the world (or poet?) views the ''pretty colors," and how they lose their dominion, to the darker ones.

A tremendous write, Frontier.

[Frontier]

haha, I always love your in-depth reviews. Keep them coming. Thanks Diego.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and all the pretty colors also come to live...i have always been an "eye" person...
regardless of what comes out of the mouth, they eyes tell the truth...
they just can't lie, and there are worlds within them...worlds of mystery, intrigue, love, hate, hopelessness, fear...etc.

they show worlds, and those worlds emerge like dreams through the eyes.