Sometimes poetry is like an entry in a journal - the journal of life perhaps. Other times it is like a painting - where only the brush strokes have meaning.
Her most beautiful hazel eyes
turn quite emerald green at times.
An infrequent spectacle I discovered
early on in our magnificent pairing.
One of the causal states is if
she is angered, then, wide-eyed staring,
with her so-called 'Paddington Bear stare'
her antagonists wither, quite visibly.
There are other very rare situations
where the beautiful green is seen -
and in thinking of one quite magical,
my eyes are turned to solitary water.
© Allen Ansell 2021
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2021-12-28 at 11:42
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SOLITARY WATER
Only to those who know, (me),Her most beautiful hazel eyes
turn quite emerald green at times.
An infrequent spectacle I discovered
early on in our magnificent pairing.
One of the causal states is if
she is angered, then, wide-eyed staring,
with her so-called 'Paddington Bear stare'
her antagonists wither, quite visibly.
There are other very rare situations
where the beautiful green is seen -
and in thinking of one quite magical,
my eyes are turned to solitary water.
© Allen Ansell 2021
Poetry by Griffonner
Read 193 times
Written on 2021-12-28 at 11:42
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