Closed Eyes

Closed Eyes

A Poem by Beka
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My mother always use to say "Isn't it amazing what all you can see with closed eyes." Or "Children see the world with their eyes closed, but, unfortunately, as they get older they open their eyes." Now that never made much since to me

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Open eyes see a tree

It's leaves and branches dancing on the breeze

Plain green and brown of every day

 

Closed eyes see a tree

With beautiful faries resting on the flowing leaves

Their wings like stained glass

 

Open eyes see a large fish in the lake

Splashing around carelessly near the beaches

A few splashes here and there

 

Closed eyes see a mermaid

Newly exploring a world where no one knows of her

Hair as blue as the ocean

Her tail a brilliant silver

 

Open eyes see a cat

Chasing after a loose blade of grass

Never seems to catch it

 

Closed eyes see a cat

Chasing a feverious Nixie

The little devil giggling with delight its eyes completely green

 

Open eyes don't really see very much

 

Closed eyes see a whole world

 

 

 

© 2008 Beka


Author's Note

Beka
This isn't finished. But I really like the idea behind it.

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Beka... This poem is one of my fav. That you have written.

It inspired me...it opened my to the thought of their closing and The freedom of imagination minus realistic restriction.

your point comes across brilliantly and your words and written beautifully.

I love perspective openers!
Keep the ending its powerful!


Much love n respect

-Lalli

Posted 15 Years Ago


You are headed in a great direction with this one . I think that you should work on the ending a bit. The idea is great though. Keep building on the idea and I think that when finished will be really good. Great work my friend.

Mr. Lopez

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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