The Abscence of Color in the Blue of His Pretty Eyes.

The Abscence of Color in the Blue of His Pretty Eyes.

A Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty

He's looking pretty...

The palms of his hands are stained with this

side of heaven

the abscence of sunsets, he's blue with the moon...

and he's looking pretty

from the corner of my eye where teardrops settled and shamed me, where the ocean meets sunrise, where the tide spits her angry admittance of the moon's reflective kiss, her sins..

look a lot like tears these days, they blur my view..

but he still looks pretty,

he still looks..

good.

 

He's laying next to me, I can feel his skin, his tattoo is apparent in the dark, I know it's there, the decoration of past summer afternoons, I was crazy...

circling him, underestimating love and mirrors,

that sat upon the dressers that spoke silently of marriage, backed up on the bedroom wall, we lived in corners, he and I...

and, My God, he was pretty

when he stole sunrise and smashed the beginning of days straight

into

my afternoon thighs.

 

I glance upon the ashes that control us, they're written out in code, the love notes that cry when the lights turn out, terrified of my memory..

and he whispers, scattering midnight across my shoulders with a breath, I've crossed the path of nightime and her shadows..

are so pretty, the beauty of sight

the abscence of color, the

shade

of his eyes when he blinks...

and he looks good from here, from where I'm sitting, from this end of heaven and the corners of the moon,

he looks

at me

with the sky dangling

from his eyelashes,

and it's pretty

when I close

my eyes.

 

© 2009 Jeanmarie Flaherty


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awesome...way better than any of mine

Posted 15 Years Ago


I enjoyed your write. Defined in a language all your own. ty PS

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is just amazing, I throughly enjoyed your write here.
Brillant and amazing, like this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You have the amazing ability to mend and tear at the same time, phrases that tell a story in each line, vivid and cryptic all in a breath... and I stop breathing as I read... enraptured by the very essence of your thoughts... brilliance in blue... so brilliant...

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Jeanmarie Flaherty
Jeanmarie Flaherty

The Gulf, FL



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I am reality, I am art, I am every dream I've ever had and the corners of my childrens lips when they smile. I am tears and laughter, I am shoulders and knees, I am a writer, a photographer, a mother... more..

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