My Eyes are Green.

My eyes are the shade of awkward

the shy smile of summer silence

that billow and snap with the wind

and flap like the white of open sails

across a hopeless depth of winter sea,

the color of nautical moss 

Waves pretend they love me with bold

demonstration to drive a worn wedge

between a rock and a hard place

where my eyes shone in the sway 

of compass depths in coral greens, 

colorless, without the caress of sun.

Reviews

[Nipplegrinder]

I love every single line of this! " Waves pretend they love me with bold demonstration". Brilliant line.

[Johari]

There is some nice imagery here.

[Corset]

Thank you Johari :)

[Frieda P]

Very cool Corset...enjoyed the whole experience.

[Corset]

Thank you Frieda, glad you enjoyed :) Loved Marilyn, such a tragic story that one.

[Frieda P]

Yep, lots of em out there, as we well know...was my pleasure Corset! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like hearing your voice. Gave life and strength to the poem. Thank you for sharing the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Corset]

Thank you Coyote, voice inflections of the soul who wrote them makes poetry come alive I think, I wish everyone would do this, so we can hear how it's meant to be read and understanding follows I think.

[Coyote Poetry]

I will do Youtube soon. They have been bugging me. I like my face and voice to be kept a mystery.

[Corset]

sooooooo, that is not a pic of you then? your avatar?

[Coyote Poetry]

That is a old picture when I was station in California in Santa Cruz in 1994. I'm 55 years old and need a California vacation.

[Corset]

man don't we all XD

[Sami Khalil]

Beautiful. Just beautiful in all its aspects. I'm in summer silence reading wonderful poetry like this...:)....................

[Corset]

thank you Sami, we learn to trust the silence.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true. You are welcome...:)........................

[Jon Roggie]

Do your eyes change colors, reflecting?

[Corset]

No, they change in the sun, and in pictures, they sometimes look brown.

[Rosalind Gale]

Frightened eyes never lie. Green Scarlet, a field of words, it was cute to play with you, to fall into your poem.
-x-

[Corset]

So true Rosa. thank you.

[Tree]

Stunning, Corset. That melancholic sweet spot that does not ask for your sympathy, but instead, demands your respect. When the reader gets lost in each stanza, the mind searching itself looking beaming with imagery, it is almost too much. I really liked this poem, liked how it made me feel.

[Corset]

love this review, love that it made you feel something, the ultimate goal of poetry, like the way this review made me feel :)

[ChemicalMadness]

there's a palpable tentativeness here....hiding from sight and drifting...missing an anchor and certainty...the certainty of knowing the color of our own eyes....it's surprising what we can lose sight of when we feel so lost

there was a certain dark loveliness here....thank you for sharing.

CM.

[Corset]

yes, the mind comes up with all kinds of horrors when left to it's own device. Thank you so much CM for stopping in.