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Question in my Eyes

by James Zealy

A quizzical gaze
Emits from a sensory haze
Firing questioning looks
As if I am seeing an unread book

Yet it is a volume 1 that I have supposedly read
Composed of un anticipated beds
That I have fallen
Into Crest fallen

So my eyes inquire and plea
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you want me?
Do you like me?
Do you hate me?
Do you respect me?
Do you think of me?

The answer showers
From a wooden eyed glower


Posted on 08/18/2005
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/19/05 at 06:20 AM

Mesmerizing questions coming from inside to out. Yet, looking at the self isn't as easy as it appears. S2 L1 is the key - the narrator is the book, but the book doesn't know itself, and questions everything in an attempt to determine worth. Where do the answers come from - friendly & compassionate or unfriendly and nasty? And will the person (book) accept what is heard as the truth?

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