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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:
Well done, bravo....and I see you are a man for all seasons...
Superb!!
Enjoyed that. Great write.
Marvelous glance at the mind's eye.
because everything is in the mind's eye
where unseen memories hide
Now there's a thought to ponder upon...thanks! :)
I love this, Wayne!
An interesting take on the senses and imagination. Thought provoking, well done.
Quite mysterious... I'd say she misses a lot.
Your poem will be one of my favorites this week .......
See things only a poet can hear...oh yes...I love this...
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
Ah, your use of synesthesia is wonderful. I like this very much - what only a poet hears and the mind's eye.... Kudos
A wonderful write Wayne!!
'where unseen memories hide'
- love this..
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