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

[h d e rushin]

Lush, lush and lovely. dana

[Corset]

Thank you Dana.

[Ken Simm.]

I find this perfect in every way. Visual, colourful and dramatic. Sensual and layered , it hits all the right ones for me.

[Corset]

Thank you so much Ken :) glad to see you hope you have written!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the metaphor of waves being the men who pretend to love the speaker...the bold demonstration...but between a rock and a hard place, where does that love go?
no to compass depths...but away with colorless running.
this is one of my favorites i have read on here in some time now.

[Corset]

Thank you Jacob, I appreciate your review.