064/100 aka 204/365

Posted on July 24, 2011 by susan

EYES
Word Count: 82

With eyes like dinnerplate dahlias, years of all ever seen being petaled in layers, we find ourselves unable to close them. To rest.

Eyes dull as moons. Craters of hurt in the pupils, rings of time in blue, lavender, green starred with brown.

Eyes once dripping smiles and welcoming, once crinkled with sunshine, once wide open gates,

Eyes now of dinnerplate dahlias, years petaled by pain and unable to close. Unable to keep out any more. Unwanting to take any more in.

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5 Responses to 064/100 aka 204/365

  1. Marcus Speh says:
    July 25, 2011 at 6:05 am

    “Eyes now of dinnerplate dahlias” is great. this whole piece sits perfectly with me on this morning.

  2. susan says:
    July 25, 2011 at 1:26 pm

    Thank you, kind sir. We reach a certain age when we need to close our eyes and rest from the world and yet cannot, until it’s time.

  3. Silvana says:
    July 25, 2011 at 1:27 pm

    I will think about this tonight and try to work it out in my dreams. Dinner plate dahlias is amazing image.

  4. stephen h-k says:
    July 27, 2011 at 12:50 am

    very nice. i like the first and last lines especially, and the way in which you move from one to the other. and i, too, am interested (and pleased) by the dinnerplate dahlias in differing relations to eyes.

  5. susan says:
    July 27, 2011 at 12:04 pm

    Thank you. For some reason it’s just what my eyes felt like from sorrow and tears, and well, life.

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