I've said her eyes had
the color of a madness shade
of blue.
That's not true.
They are the color of
love and angels, and
eternal spring.
Her eyes sing of
motherhood and light rain.
The sun shines through them-
a tepid pool that I
want to jump in and swim;
back float through the
daisies and spilled juice,
through the ravens-
all the way to heaven.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
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Comments10
a cracking write Thomas.
all the way to heaven!
Thank you Sir.
I am ensconced in the most wonderful imagery as I read this poem aloud, it has to be aloud, for all those lovely syllables. Kudos my friend!
Thank you so much. I read it on YouTube as well.
Wonderful.An inspirational poem
Thanks
Beautiful
Thank you.
Wonderful words Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
ah another romantic gift from your pen just stunning. I very much like this love muse of yours. 🌹
Thank you so much.
A fine write T.
I looked in the mirror. I must be a vampire - no reflection. Someone said 'Well. take that sheet/cloth off the mirror then'. Doh!
Lol
Short but meaningful. Love how you write what's on your heart and it sounds Beautiful!!!😊
Thank you. Much appreciated.
They say that eyes are the mirror of the soul and so this poem reads. So identifiable and emotional.
Thank you.
Great poe, Thomas. Love your imagery.
Thank you, Greg
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