Green Eyes

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These things have come
On confetti winds
Blown in by kismets breath

These things are known
And written about
This birth,this life,this death

Of all the things
Men's pens have captured
These truths,these prayers,these lies

I wonder why
No one has written
Of what rests in your eyes

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annaswirlsannaswirlsalmost 20 years ago
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Beautiful, know you are being watched Mr_Mescalito, with high expectations (no pressure)

I agree with Eve, I am embarassed to say that my auto-pilot naughty mind drifted from the profound to the profane with

"men's pens" adding an "i" to the pens.

but it also reads better for the average person with their brain out of the gutter. love confetti

I feel like that sometimes, and really felt connected with this poem. Nice.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
I disagree

with Miss perks - but I often do. I like this whole poem - start to finish. A new poet to watch for.

normal jeannormal jeanalmost 20 years ago
simply

stated, a wond'ring, I was surprised at the ending and enjoyed this poem very much :)

perksperksalmost 20 years ago
perkspective

your ruined this fantastic poem with cheese. That last stanza not only killed me, but killed this poem.

AngelineAngelinealmost 20 years ago
This is lovely Mr M!

It has a classical feel to it somehow, and is just beautifully constructed. For some reason it made me think of this little poem, which I love--

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in!

Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,

Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,

Say I'm growing old, but add,

Jenny kiss'd me.

-- James Leigh Hunt

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