Sunday, December 2, 2012

EYE OF A POET

her eye cannot see the color of sound
or the times lost and found
can she see the face of the hawk
echoing the ticking of the clock

can she see the words behind the time
spoken incantations that never rhyme
spinning sounds ear to ear
can she see things only the poet can hear

can she see  the dark sky becoming blue
or write blank verse for you
can she see the smells always hidden
or poems to be forbidden

because everything is in the mind's eye
where unseen memories hide

her eye closes behind the scenes
look closely my friend




14 comments:

ReBelle said...

Well done, bravo....and I see you are a man for all seasons...

Tumblewords: said...

Superb!!

anthonynorth said...

Enjoyed that. Great write.

Berowne said...

Marvelous glance at the mind's eye.

Jinksy said...

because everything is in the mind's eye
where unseen memories hide

Now there's a thought to ponder upon...thanks! :)

Laurie Kolp said...

I love this, Wayne!

Tigerbrite said...

An interesting take on the senses and imagination. Thought provoking, well done.

Margaret said...

Quite mysterious... I'd say she misses a lot.

Helen said...

Your poem will be one of my favorites this week .......

Tess Kincaid said...

See things only a poet can hear...oh yes...I love this...

kaykuala said...

because everything is in the mind's eye where unseen memories hide

Just shows the uncanny strength of memory and the sub-conscious. We just need to stimulate and find them. Nicely Wayne!

Hank

Other Mary said...

Ah, your use of synesthesia is wonderful. I like this very much - what only a poet hears and the mind's eye.... Kudos

Carrie Burtt said...

A wonderful write Wayne!!

Lady In Read said...

'where unseen memories hide'
- love this..