Eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes

 

My eyes are like the flower alone,

that blooms still despite its place,

amidst the tall grass and privet’s lee,

perhaps by self in solitude sown,

 

that by seeing too much are drained,

spent as Autumn’s laboured light,

its lucent intent, shy to visit warmth,

upon land by copper-russet stained.

 

This flower should be taken by a child,

soft loose hands cradling its delicacy

and placed in water within the light,

to fade and wilt far from places wild.

4 thoughts on “Eyes

  1. Nigel, it is so wonderful to hear you reading your poem again. Or anyone’s poem. 🤗.
    Eyes, this poem is so beautiful and fragile but before commenting more I would dearly love
    to know what inspired these thoughts and emotions.

    Miriam

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    1. This was written in August Miriam. There are 2 versions, this is about a person withdrawing from society after suffering life’s knocks for too long. The other is similar in that it’s about PTSD. The inspiration was finding a single poppy which made me think of those troubled souls who are alone and not heard or helped

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  2. I love listening to this, Nige, and every time I read the words I peel back another layer. There’s such tenderness in the child’s hand cradling the flower, surrounded by love and warmth and a sense of flourishing because it doesn’t ‘fade and wilt’ alone.

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