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no, that isn't happy
by Vere Mantratriadmy eyes are green
bleeding out to brown
though, on occasion
they are fire red
like the sun
extinguishing in the ocean
like a tongue
flicking over unraveled flesh
like a heart
pouring over a 30 second clip
and though I try to hide it
behind plastic
and chemicals
my eyes are red
like I tried to be
to you
05/25/2006 Author's Note: title from Lori Blair
Posted on 05/26/2006
Copyright © 2024 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/26/06 at 04:07 AM "my eyes are green bleeding out to brown".. what an amazing picture this paints! it captures the reader and pulls them in immediately! |
| Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 07/03/06 at 04:41 AM A lot of images are going through my mind as I read this one. Jealousy, hate, love, daggers, razor blades, things that are physically painful to match the pain inside. All I can say, is I wish I had gone through all your work before. I truly missed the mother lode. Like Jacque Cousteu, I'm diving in. |
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