A Man With No Eyes

A poem a wrote quite some time ago.

A man with no eyes;

A dreamer in his mind.

His gaze does not linger,

Merely his touch.

Feeling, being, parading his fingers.

A tactile paradise, he longs for so much;

that porcelain surface.

Emotions do no service

His heart has had enough.

Author's Note

Always looking forward to what you have to say!

Reviews

[The Random Writings Of ..]

"A dreamer in his mind.
His gaze does not linger,
Merely his touch"
These lines here are so beautiful! And yes MachinaWriter stole the words out of my mouth - eloquent!
It is amazing to that you were able to put in so few words a mere meeting with a man, yet in these words you say so much. Your writing is very powerful and the fact that you can capture that imagery and eloquence in such a short piece is pure writing, writing that comes from the soul. With every word I can feel, or sense what you are writing.

[Somebrownnerd]

Thank you, it's always been my goal to take someone somewhere else. Still trying to polishing things out though (I am by no means an excellent poet), i wish i had more time to write! Your reviews are always so nice, i really appreciate the warm words.

[The Random Writings Of Me..Kates]

We are all our own worst critic, but you are on your way. By what I have read so far, your work is beautiful!

[MachinaWriter]

Simple, elegant. No...it's eloquent. I usually quote favorite lines from poems, but this is all so wonderful. Though I'd have to say "A tactile paradise, he longs for so much" is a wonderful line. It hit me powerfully. Thanks for sharing this.

[Somebrownnerd]

I appreciate you comment, its good to hear that you enjoyed. I particularly like when people take certain lines from my poem to help describe what they felt, or saw. It gives me a little insight on what im doing write.

[MachinaWriter]

I feel the same way. I love when people cite specific parts of my work. It helps me understand what works and what doesn't.

[Kelsey]

Your writing is truly beautiful. I love the simplicity and the power of this poem.