They’re windows to the soul – eyes are powerful in the way they convey emotion. They speak volumes without saying a word.
It’s in the Eyes
In the eyes, you see what clever souls will divinate:
Emotions rampant, too and fro, they roil just like the sea.
A careful sage might sail those waves, of love and hate,
in the eyes. You see?
Now one must wonder who will sail and what they want to be
to one whose fragile orbs for eyes are color-filled of late –
Their deepest blue is feeling green, against a red marquee.
Sadly when those eyes looked round, they saw a love abate:
For sage’s ship found other ports where they would sightsee.
So sail right past this port or find I’m full of rage, ingrate,
in the eyes you see.
I fell back to a favorite poetic form, the Roundel, for the Poetry Pantry #152 writing prompt. The picture was a lovely peacock. I immediately thought of eyes and started writing. While I didn’t right exactly about the photo, I enjoyed the challenge of writing in this form. Using that refrain in different ways, with different meanings, is always a bit on the tough side for me. But I think the poem’s message came together and held its form pretty well.