Puzzling Eyes

A Poem By Tamerah // 11/15/2011

I can assert without fear of contradiction that there is gold dust in your eyes,
from whichever angle I look I can see it there glittering exactly like what it is.
But for some unknowable reason you always shift them away to avoid meeting mine.
I think it true and I am living in the conviction that you don’t want them to be seen.
I was born with brown eyes, dark brown like the soil, and unrefined like rough stones,
and I will die with them, I don’t mind, my eyes are what they are and they see
just as well as yours. But even so I was puzzled when, as if in order to atone,
you said they were beautiful, but more so was I puzzled when I realized you meant it.
It leads to the inevitable conclusion that you saw only beauty with such beautiful eyes,
everywhere you looked, which I envied for I only ever saw beauty when I looked at you.
Strange that one can find beauty everywhere but in one’s self, but I beg you: rise.
Look up. Don’t shut the world out like it will spoil you, or the reverse, like you will spoil it.
I can promise you such a thing would never happen, but I can also explicitly convey
that the earth mourns it never gets to see you. Please don’t hide yourself away.
Such eyes could only reflect such a soul, and they are meant for seeing and being seen.
If I can step out with my eyes like coal, so can you follow me.


Intriguing, as always. There

Intriguing, as always. There were two typos: It should be I only saw every beauty instead of I only every saw beauty. Also, you should eliminate either the so or the If in the last line. Everything else was perfect :)  

E | Tue, 11/15/2011

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

 Thank you, the typo has been

 Thank you, the typo has been fixed! My own fault for deciding to skip the proofreading :)

Tamerah | Tue, 11/15/2011

This was enchanting. The

This was enchanting. The voice of the writer paints such a clear picture... It's so fantastic and lovely, and thoughtful too.

Anna | Thu, 11/17/2011

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

this is * * * * * 5 STARS!

wow. this is great. I want to save this to read later. heck if I care about typos!! this is beautiful. a big THANK U for writing!! i like how it's like a stream of consciousness, flowing from one thought to another. I liked the imagery of your eyes being like stones, and of the eyes personifying the human soul, afraid to spoil or be spoiled. I can soooo relate to this. beautiful....


Taylor | Wed, 11/23/2011


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