Eye of beauty, you help me see.
Darkness and color,
blended together beautifully.
Tar, black, like witch's eyes.
Petals, soft, like baby's cries.
I witness this tenderness,
often discarded like yesterdays trash.
Lie here together, beauty everlast.
A somber moment as I reflect,
on whispered thoughts and new respect.
stunning poetic picture you've painted here... lovely words!
ReplyDeletenice...the blend of light and black...to see both is to have true vision...as is having ones eyes opened...
ReplyDeleteThe color really rings true in the tale you tell, leaving one under your spell. Great verse and nice rhyming too!
ReplyDeleteI love coming here...nice write :)
ReplyDeleteBeauty is in the eye of the beholder, indeed.
ReplyDeletePetals, soft, like baby's cries. My favorite line of the poem. super write
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely poem and your closing lines are so well said loved this
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/11/the-day-of-the-dead/#comment-1682
whispered thoughts and new respect is divine line.
ReplyDeletebeautiful piece.
hmmm nice, evocative, catchy, pretty pic as well :) Enjoy the rally!
ReplyDeletehttp://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/the-measure-of-appurtenances/
very powerful write.
ReplyDeletelove the mixture of colors!
Nicely penned. The rose is always such a source of inspiration. Victoria
ReplyDelete