poetry and prose
Her Dark Eyes
Her eyes are pure stars,
her memories too whole,
… of watching ducklings
struggle after their mother,
… of watching oak seeds
helicopter aimlessly through air,
… of rain flooding
a bird’s nest,
and they think her mad
when she says this world
will break your heart.
for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #147 “Eye”. Image Portrait Of A Woman With Dark Eyes by Boris Dmitrievich Grigoriev. Public Domain. ©Misky 2022
The evening news had me sobbing last night. That old woman, crying, all her weight resting on a walking stick, and people just filing by her. Finally, the idiot reporter who asked questions like “what was it like last night” and “are you frightened”, helped her along for a short awhile. I start welling-up again just thinking about it. I don’t know whether to be angry or sad, but I don’t think I can be both at the same time.
I know exactly what you mean. It’s such a terrible situation and leaves ordinary people like us feeling so helpless. 😢
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She is so right, the world will do just that, and not once, sadly.
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Brutal images and I can see them all in her eyes.
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People will break your heart, the natural world still offers joy. So sad, what is going on, it makes me weep too.
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An amazing Quadrille … amazing.
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How very expressive you captured her eyes with: Her eyes are pure stars.
Those simple acts can break my heart too.
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What a splendid idea.
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Thanks, Pat. And yes, it sure is.
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