Only Olive Green Eyes...

Only Olive Green Eyes...

A Poem by An owl on the moon

A moment all my heart craves... Remix from the past...
































     Out my frosted window a red beam pierces the clouds as quilted, gray blankets cover the earth.  She is there, on the shore, her figure wrapped in the wisping gray.

     My window shrieks as it opens, and the sharpness of sea and salt fill my mind.  The circling birds swim the currents of air and cry to one another, as the whispering sea foam drapes the sandy shore.

     My heart ceases as she glances at me.  For a moment, I cease.

     The sand colored wood claws at my feet as I move toward the sea, and toward her piercing gaze.


This morning I breathe iced air,  

And wander toward the waves.

For a moment I live without care;

a moment all my heart craves.    


    The earth turns to reveal her lily face.  There is no longer ocean, only olive green eyes…

© 2010 An owl on the moon

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Wow, what magic! I love the sense of the universe dropping away in the face of the olive-eyed woman [literally!] I think this is something between a poem and a drabble/short story, and it has all the more richness n' strangeness for it. To me, it feels somehow more real than straight verse would.

The narrator's enthralled, so am I - well done! ^_^

Posted 13 Years Ago

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O siren of the deep, I hear you calling me.
Love this! I love "the earth turns to reveal her lily face." great imagery there!
Some people's eyes are like the ocean's depths- you get lost in them.

Posted 13 Years Ago

This is amazing i really enjoyed this write. such emotions protrayed in this.

Posted 13 Years Ago

A great write. Just loved it.
The words are very well chosen and the ocean as the backdrop really brings out the emotions.

Posted 13 Years Ago

I remember my ex-crush. She was beautiful. Her eyes, her lips, her face...the nearest thing to perfection. Everyday, like a child waiting to open his gift on Christmas day, I would feel excitement. I would go to school and see her. The world would turn and reveal her hidden beauty. The air changed course. Her scent was heaven.

That was a month ago. Somethings happened and I had to forget her and move on. Yet, I will never forget her beautiful eyes, the same eyes that caught me and my soul.

This is wonderful!

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on March 8, 2010
Last Updated on April 5, 2010


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