Eyes.

Solitude

arrayed in language 

unnoticed in its death,

as the leaves survive 

the siege of winter,

taloned with wounds

rejoicing in the wind.

In my dreams,

there is silence

as the flowers die

through our eyes;

whispers held,

empty,

beneath our feet

of the grey stone,

leave a rock 

after death

they exist

unlike flowers

for eternity. 

We will not look back,

as it will flood back somewhere

within our minds,

and beneath the permission tree

as it bleeds in the escape

of water and wind,

it disturbs the quiet

as winter hides

in ecstacy 

that compels 

us to look away,

and die tired deaths

each day.

As we watch 

everything else in absence 

waking up alone

to that return 

of the dream,

conveying 

instinct,

everything from the refrain,

the animals,

& blood,

eyes cannot escape

the hunt;

the black persimmon leaves fall.

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  29 comments for “Eyes.

  1. April 30, 2020 at 10:11 am

    Beautifully written ❤️❤️

    Liked by 2 people

    • April 30, 2020 at 11:34 am

      Thank you!

      Liked by 1 person

      • April 30, 2020 at 11:34 am

        You are highly welcome 🙏🤗🤗

        Liked by 1 person

      • April 30, 2020 at 11:34 am

        How are you doing Lucy?

        Liked by 1 person

      • April 30, 2020 at 11:35 am

        I’m doing good today. How about you?

        Liked by 1 person

      • April 30, 2020 at 11:38 am

        That’s wonderful to hear! 😃

        I’m doing great thanks. Seems like you love cats 🐈😃

        Liked by 1 person

      • April 30, 2020 at 11:43 am

        Glad to hear you’re doing good!
        And yes, I do love cats. Hahaha.

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      • April 30, 2020 at 3:43 pm

        😁thanks

        😂😂yeah, your picture says so.
        I met so many cat lovers on WordPress. It’s really nice to meet you also.

        What’s the name of your cat?

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      • April 30, 2020 at 4:19 pm

        His name is Indy. Do you have any pets? 🙂

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      • April 30, 2020 at 5:12 pm

        Wow, Indy, hmmm that’s lovely. 😁

        I don’t, unfortunately 😅

        My last one, a dog died sometimes ago, it was so sad. But after this pandemic, I should get myself one 🙏

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      • April 30, 2020 at 5:22 pm

        Hahaha. It’s short for Independence. It suits him well, that nutty cat.

        Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. It is always heartbreaking to lose a pet. They’re part of the family and it’s very sad.

        Yes, you should definitely get one when the pandemic ends–Dogs are so lovely, and there’s always so much love to give to animals.

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      • April 30, 2020 at 5:46 pm

        Yeah, he will grow up to be independent of you one day 😂😂and he will go out to be the male that he is and bring back income 😂😂just kidding.

        Yeah thanks for your concern. 🤗

        I feel like cuddling one right now 🤗🤗🤗🤗like any pet with hair, even lion 🦁😂

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  2. April 30, 2020 at 12:36 pm

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

    YOWSA!

    Liked by 1 person

    • April 30, 2020 at 12:37 pm

      Thank you so much!

      Like

  3. April 30, 2020 at 12:39 pm

    beautiful but it will not reblog

    Liked by 1 person

    • April 30, 2020 at 12:40 pm

      Thank you. ❤
      And that’s odd. I guess it’s WordPress acting funky.

      Like

  4. April 30, 2020 at 3:29 pm

    So very beautiful, Lucy.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. May 1, 2020 at 12:36 am

    This is so wonderful! I am so glad I came across your page as I also write poetry 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • May 1, 2020 at 12:50 am

      Aww, thank you so much. I followed you back and read some of your content. It is excellent and I am very glad to have found your blog too. ❤

      Liked by 1 person

      • May 1, 2020 at 12:51 am

        Thank you Lucy, that is very kind of you! I will look forward to reading more of your work! 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  6. May 4, 2020 at 8:10 pm

    …’the black persimmon…’

    stay ace. x

    Liked by 1 person

    • May 4, 2020 at 9:25 pm

      Thank you so much! 😀

      Like

  7. May 10, 2020 at 6:49 pm

    Well done, L.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. June 23, 2020 at 1:47 am

    You had me wondering with the line…”and beneath the permission tree”… and then after reading your finale lines ” eyes cannot escape ..the hunt;…the black persimmon leaves fall.”….. as the saying goes, ‘things fell into place’, and then I understood, the hardness and depth of your intriguing poem….

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    • June 23, 2020 at 1:50 am

      Thank you so much for your analysis. I always love seeing how different people interpret my poetry. Your analysis is very accurate to what I was going for in the poem. Thank you for reading it. ❤️

      Liked by 1 person

      • June 23, 2020 at 1:51 am

        Always my pleasure Lucy…

        Liked by 1 person

      • June 23, 2020 at 11:51 am

        ❤ ❤

        Like

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