Poem -
fine glass tears
There are two eyes on this
beaten face, they tell me that
it's all in place, the sun the
trees the moon and stars, the
people, flowers trains and
cars
But eyes see only fleeting
things that pass in time and
leave no trace, the meaning
lost in here and there, in now
and gone and lost somewhere
For eyes are orbs of liquid
pain that register and store a
rain, which storms in clouds
then to erupt, in fine glass
tears that gush and gush
So eyes can sometimes
choose to close, to find a
peace in blind repose, to turn
the vision deep inside where
kinder worlds and... memory,
Reside
M P 26/5/21
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Comments
wow Marion! another brilliant poem! Hugs!............................Jim
You are very kind Jim...thank you x
Awwww 🌹❤️🌹 close those pretty eyes and drift off in dreaminess lovely lass 💕💕💕
Am with you Marion. Let’s just dip into those memories and leave reality to its lousy business 💗 felt every word in this. Beautifully sad 💗🌹hugs xoxo
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Gorgeous poem Marion! You always wow us everytime with your amazing work of poetry :)
~Melanie
That's a really kind comment Mel...thankyou love x
wonderful poem
Thanks Greg x
Great poem. I love it. Joe
Thankyou so much Joe x
This is very inSightful. Forgive my pun. However, poem is exceptionally creative. Love it.
Thanks so much Shirley x