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Her eyes

Posted by Yutka on March 8, 2011 - 16:21
from the ABC set Yutka's poems

Not for crying, her eyes
wide open in anger
for maximum effect
hazel in its depth and green
melting into gold.
I wonder, why, at this time
I cannot see her beauty
nor think of it as bewitching.
I do not know why I cannot speak
about her words and mine,
about empty days and cold nights,
the slammed doors or the broken glass,
when it is so.

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Comments

celticman | March 8, 2011 - 18:54

powerful piece.

fatboy74 | March 8, 2011 - 22:05

agree with celticman, another of yours i've enjoyed Yutka. :-)

Yutka | March 11, 2011 - 16:38

Thanks Celticman, I just wonder if the last line is good enough, or may be a little weak...

Yutka | March 11, 2011 - 16:39

You are kind, dear fatboy! I just said to celticman, I think I could have done better ....