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Sunday, March 24, 2013

EYES



They enter the world
Sans character, sans expression
Familiarity felt and not seen
Maternal warmth feeds the heart
Sense of touch rules the mind.

They learn to see
Marveling around
Innocence filled to the brim
So are frank emotions
Heart and mind confluent
Present an open book.

Meandering maze of life
Teaches them to discern
Read perceptions, deceptions
Behold truth, lie, joy, sorrow
Weave dreams for morrow
Dwell in despair, swell with content
Emote myriad languages.

Soon,
The psyche cajoles the heart
To conjure blindness
Open and shut
To accept and reject
Presenting a mirage.

Till senility dawns
No more room for dreams
No more vigour left for desire
Familiarity bids an adieu
Leaving an empty stare.

Innocence returns
So do frank emotions
Sans coherence
Present an open book
Life seen in full circle.

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9 comments:

  1. Think you've covered them completely, no pun intended. Eyes see, say, speak so much and deeply that at times they must be covered. Everything needs a hiding place on occasion.

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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  2. Yes, you have captured the complete cycle! Well done.

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  3. Some good thinking behind this poem. Written well. Yes indeed, the circle completes itself.

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  4. Well thought and nicely delivered.

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  5. wow...pretty amazing character...life tracked through the eyes...its rather scary though when the circle comes all the way around to simpleness once more....

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  6. You scared me with "senility dawns" — I know it will happen, and it terrifies me.
    A very good write, however.
    K

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  7. This was a quite a cycle, from innocence to senility ~ Thanks for sharing ~

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  8. you've sketched the full circle in a splendid way!
    wish the picture with this post was little less stinging to our eyes :))
    Cheers....

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  9. sans expressoin... in the beginning and the end. I think senility - alzheimers is so very tragic. This, is very raw.

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