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by Jody PrattWhen your eyes speak volumes, they read like books;
saddly they're lost in nooks with torn pages.
In darkened halls I search for ages... look!
Found at last, I scroll through them for changes.
A sullen blink; a flip, a broken seam.
A dusty, covered gleam and faded rings.
Tattered, hopeless frailty embeds your very theme,
yet once seen, I see what attention brings.
I take time starring in your eyes awhile.
The dust falls away; a discovered smile. 01/29/2015 Posted on 01/30/2015
Copyright © 2024 Jody Pratt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 02/14/15 at 06:24 AM I so enjoyed this .. loved the language and the way the poem sounded out loud .. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/16/15 at 04:06 PM I really enjoyed that second stanza. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/19/15 at 12:49 PM there is everything to love about this poem, the rhyme of it, the reason, and the season from which it issues its lovely rhythm. |
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