I see with sight, in sight..
What words can not distort,
Or disfigure in sugar coats,...
Of the sweet or sour;..
With sight, in impact,
Stunned in reactions felt..
A strong reaction that is..
In feeling's passion, ..
And passionate tear drops trickle..
That which I can not deny..
Demanded by concern, ..
Conscious, conscience to act..
Painting a vivid image in my memory box..
Of flash lights, in flash back's quiver..
I see with eyes, in sight..
Light years, before I reach..
In sight, what words ..
Can not describe in marvel..
Can not describe in marvel..
Left with an understanding..
Overwhelmed by emotional trigger..
On instincts trail..
A smile in sign language..
For still no words can describe..
What beauty beholds eyes,
In sight seen, in capture
In sight seen, in capture
And I am left with aurora's ecstasy ..
A warm touch, in my heart's allure..
A warm touch, in my heart's allure..
Oh, I do, I do have a soft spot for the eye..
Sight seen on painting
Brash strokes
On canvas walls
how interesting.. what the eye sees,seeing everything...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sensuous, visual. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely verse!
ReplyDeletewonderfully mysterious and creative.
ReplyDeletenice...breash strokes on the wall are evocative of those reactions you speak of...nicely done...
ReplyDeleteI see a passionate Magpie .. love it!!
ReplyDeleteYes, there are vivid images in all our memory boxes...
ReplyDeleteDemanded by concern, ..
ReplyDeleteConscious, conscience to act..
Painting a vivid image in my memory box..
Of flash lights, in flash back's quiver..
This piece hit home with me. All I can say is wow.
I like the brush strokes-- it's hard to write in abstractions, but you have done a very nice job of writing a thought-provoking poem-- xxxj
ReplyDeleteI do so like this - bravo!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]