The Woman with Storyteller Eyes

The Woman with Storyteller Eyes

A Poem by Robin
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Inspired by the eyes of Devi~

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I heard her  voice 

in the pristine silence of my dreams

she spoke with mesmerizing beauty

of distant Gods

and warriors of love

of silver rivers,  where iridescent birds 

unfurled their ornate wings 

and carried the seeds of dreams 

to scatter upon the barren dust of life



she spoke of a garden of poets 

who drew their ink from the heart  

and poured their souls  

in the penumbra of ancient light 



I heard her scream to demons 

those hiding behind the guise of love 

and admired her will 

       
       fearless in her grace 

       brave in her pain 



her voice was one of healing

of how dragons become beautiful 

when carved in jade

and that love ,  was perhaps the only truth one need to learn 



and there, 

in the stillness   

my eyes were led to a lonely star 

where I felt a teardrop upon the cheek of

a weary sage

my heart forever touched 

listening to the voice of  my soul 

alive,  as I peer into the midnight sky

in the gaze of 

the woman  with story teller eyes











copyright 2013 Robin Amaral 

© 2013 Robin


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You are a fantastic storyteller yourself... this is genius!!!

"her voice was one of healing




of how dragons become beautiful




when carved in jade




and that love , was perhaps the only truth one need to learn"~ A riveting soul search in this magnificent piece...~xoxo~

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full of emotion and imagery. seems to be a protective muse. excellent poem.

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It's listening to a friend share a happening - with care and forethought. The tones brought it to life and the heart kept it there.

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You have painted quite a picture and described very eloquently the emotions stirred by a true storyteller. Nizhoni!

"and there,
in the stillness
my eyes were led to a lonely star
where I felt a teardrop upon the cheek of
a weary sage
my heart forever touched
listening to the voice of my soul
alive, as I peer into the midnight sky
in the gaze of
the woman with story teller eyes"



Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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