he has the ocean in his eyes
speckled emerald & sky
watching {her}
spring steps
she holds the forest
breath
breathing
heartbeats of baby roots, creeks, rocks
& redwood colliding
to gentle swish-sway of everglades
tilting to where sun
unribs fallen yellow and red maple leaves
in the stillness
-calibration of wishbones, chances & crossroads-
the answer
settles on his grey hair, soft bubble of rain-
drop
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics: Look Into My Eyes, hosted by Mish. I have responded to the prompt of incorporating the eyes, to my post.
Thanks for the visits and comments.
You and Mish both had eyes with oceans in them and used colour beautifully in your poems, Grace. I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘she holds the forest
‘breath
breathing
heartbeats of baby roots, creeks, rocks
& redwood colliding’,
I found myself holding my breath as I read them.
Oh how sad if this is a goodbye. It sounds like there is something beautiful between these two. I agree with Kim about your use of colours:
ReplyDelete'sun/unribs fallen yellow and red maple leaves' - spectacular imagery!
Very stunning, saddening, and solemn. It is incredibly poignant with vivid, immersing imagery.
ReplyDeleteI love how you used the ocean... maybe eyes are the closest to sea some will ever sea... but maybe if one is the sea and the other the forest, parting is the only option.
ReplyDeleteNature used here as evocative of emotional depth, even sadness, is so powerfully well done.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery. I felt a father/daughter relationship but just my interpretation. Love the way you dropped the rain.
ReplyDeleteJust Mish, it was about that. Thanks for hosting.
DeleteSo much said here:
ReplyDelete"in the stillness
-calibration of wishbones, chances & crossroads-"
and love your "answer"
Lovely delicate imagery. I love that final rain drop
ReplyDeleteLuv the sway of words in your poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy Tuesday
Much💝love
I picture this as Father Time and Mother Nature.
ReplyDeleteSmooth presentation, Grace. I loved the wishbones, chances & crossroads calibration.
ReplyDeleteLovely expressions of sadness and missing a loved one.
ReplyDeleteI saw the green eyes of the everglades in your poem and felt the sadness that was intertwined throughout! Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteJudy Dykstra-Brown
ReplyDeleteDarn.. it erased my comment! I had said that I always hesitate calling something "interesting" as it has a bad connotation--what people say when they find work puzzling in a negative way. Your poem is original and thought-provoking. Interesting in a positive way!!
ReplyDeleteThis phrase took me completely by surprise: "in the stillness / calibration of wishbones" Fabulous phrasing.
ReplyDeletehe has the ocean in his eyes
ReplyDeletespeckled emerald & sky watching
Great opening lines Grace! Very aptly described of someone that is admired and worshipped
Hank
The grief is so beautifully told and moving.
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