crazy eyes
with champagne pockets
and butterflies..
mary mary
tumbling hill
blue rainbows
and yellow pills..
falling down
but backwards
climbing up
afterwards...
ironic irony
sad good-byes
liquid dreams
and crystallize..
all the kings horses
and symmetry
lost in a maze
of melody..
and i to you
and crowded rooms
and witches east
and west brooms..
with champagne pockets
and butterflies
i present to you
crazy eyes...
4 comments:
I'm sure my eyes are much crazier than yours...be that good or bad it's true, and I'm sure your eyes are lovely but my eyes they sing the blues.
I'm sure your eyes have seen some sorrow, from what broken dreams do bring...but my eyes are shattered empty, and yet they still will try to sing.
I'm sure this poem may sound quite hokie but my eyes they still do dream,
in the night time as they flutter
foating down a crystal stream.
this was beautiful..thanks for sharing :)
There's a strange
appeal to 'crazy eyes'.
Often mysterious,
and sometimes wise.
We get lost in
their strangeness, and
find home in
their smiles.
We, who are
unusual, often
gravitate to
the stories
that await us
inside the
pages of those
crazy eyes.
I just made that up upon reading your poem. I love so many lines in this piece. 'Champagne pockets'... 'ironic ironies & sad good-byes'... very cool & telling word choices. Also, I dig poems that have an abstract way of revealing the persona of the writer.
Well done!
Keep snatchin'!
One.
L.M...i loved your crazy eyes interpretation...the unusual eh? i like that...and i loved that you took the time to drop and share with me and walk on my journey..
..i catch when you throw.
more times.
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