Of Clearer Stones

Aquamarine-made

You claim my eyes to be.

More towards blue than green

These portals of truth keep in

The sad fish of sacrifice.

Moist clarity of my heart,

Submissive to any hands

That seek to know kinder waters.

Translucent aquamarine

Superfluous in feminine ways!

Yet liquids of my confines sway

Seldom to profuse

And sweet

But to bitter

And discreet

Purposes in the yonder.

I apologize.

No sea or face is that constant;

Not so vitreous any gaze.

Aquamarine I could own

When heavens the moon and sun

In equal hours contained;

Vernal gem of feelings fruitful

To issue bland candor trained.  

Reviews

[V]

Again, I am really into your choice of words. I like how you described the eyes and the stream of consciousness that follows. The way you connect thoughts and words reminds me of how my mind works while writing (though hard to explain just a feeling). There is a picturesque vagueness about your poem I cherish.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you. I actually get very frustrated when I try to achieve this mood and I can't haha it is a certain kind of bliss, and I need it to write.

[V]

I think I know what you mean. Your way of writing reminds me of mine a little...