SUNGLASSES
By Peter Woodgate
I’d hoped the sun
would hide it’s face today
and I could gaze
into your naked eyes,
plunge into the
blue-green depths revealed
and have me think
that I had won a prize.
Each tiny line
divulging secrets of your life,
each eyelash
fluttered, setting you apart,
each glancing frown
a sign of former strife,
each soft twinkle,
tearing at my heart.
I could try and
guess your inner thoughts,
each pupil playing
games of hide and seek,
without the shelter
of those stylish shades
perched on your
lovely face above each cheek.
I would wonder at
your beauty,
of your kindness
and your wit,
I would be transfixed,
held fast,
and would never
mind a bit.
I may know a
thousand things,
the uncertainty and
danger,
but the sun it
shines, the shades are worn
and you pass by, a
stranger.
Copyright Peter
Woodgate
Nice switch peter, your syllable count is variable It isn't blank verse but it's effective, very pleasant to read. Nice one son.
ReplyDeleteLiked it too Peter. Sunglasses are very intriguing - maybe its because the human race always like to solve mysteries.
ReplyDeleteThat is true,as they say,"The eyes are the gateway to the soul"
ReplyDeleteIt also helps when trying to perform telepathy tricks.
Really enjoyed your poem, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteShelley.