Glare

I hope she now sees it my way ..

Glare

Because

it now hurts

so much

to see ..

He no longer

fears

going blind ..

But

nevertheless,

he still

remembers

to this

very day

the moment

his

whisky sour

turned

bitter sweet,

under

the glare

of her

baby blue eyes ..

Author's Note

they were really more like forget-me-nots .. 🤍

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

My thoughts are she was not happy about the drinking of the said whiskey sour or it could be he was remembering her glare while drinking his whiskey sour which is an unpleasant memory that the drink is fuelng

I can picture a man sitting staring at his drink on a wooden table thinking of how upset she was. A memory from awhile ago
Just my humble take on this poem.

[Neville]

in my world of very few takes .. I am happy to take, or rather to accept any and all .. thank you for yours .. Neville

[Poetic Beauty]

It’s always magical to see how different and the same different readers see each piece with thought and imagery in the mind

[Chris Shaw]

Forget me not blue. A glare can be hypnotizing as well as unforgettable. Eyes can melt sour hearts. It!s all in the eyes, the mirrors of the soul. A piece of nostalgic reflection. Time can soften. Lovely.

Chris

[Neville]

So much and deeply appreciated Chris .. thank you.

Neville

[Masked writer]

this is very deep from what i can. Much emotion.
M.w

[Neville]

Many thanks for taking a look Mw .. Tis always greatly appreciated .. Neville

[Masked writer]

As for you Neville. No problem
M.w

[Neville]

... ........👍

[Vol]

Neville,
MAN! Those Baby-blues will take you down! Every time... Sort of like, it ain't the fall... It's the sudden stop.
Nice, tight, no wasted words, poem.
Vol

[Neville]

Wow .. now that's telling me .. Cheers Vol, many thanks indeed .. Neville