Oh I like this one, Prince. I can see her now, proud, arrogant and aquiline. Great description. H
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Oh I like this one, Prince. I can see her now, proud, arrogant and aquiline. Great description. H
Nineteen month old Nana
on my street
has eyes so clear
I believe I can see
God in them.
They say you need only believe, my Prince.
This is a psycho-theological question it is beyond my competence to answer. We are forbidden to know or to speak God's name, and if I recall correctly, the face was hidden even from Moses when he received the 10 Commandments.
All I can say is that I felt compelled to give that child's eyes the whole of my attention and that I felt transcendent love for her and what I thought I saw in her eyes. She and her mother (no father in evidence) live three or four doors away from me. Fate, or circumstances, permitting I will see her again and hopefully she will grow more comfortable with me. Her mother says that she is somewhat shy with men. The second time I saw her, Andrea was beside me and Nana walked up to her as if they were old and trusted friends.
Addenda: Have you ever been looked at with, so to speak, "virgin eyes"? Eyes behind which there was a degree of consciousness but no evident intention to judge you? Eyes that asked "Who are you?" Not what is your occupation, age, religious or political philosophy, but Who are you?
My goodness I can picture this! I am five two-ish (verging on three, lol).
So there is a lot of this going on! Thanks for the snap. :)
Ahhhh but everyone has their story. So neutral protects in a crazy kind of way.
Interesting thoughts. I enjoyed this one. :nod:
Beautiful job. Short, quick, delivers the punch.
LOVED IT! :)
Some 5'2" are quite a bit taller than others!
Thank you for all your comments and welcome back!Quote:
Ahhhh but everyone has their story. So neutral protects in a crazy kind of way.
Interesting thoughts. I enjoyed this one. :nod:
Beautiful job. Short, quick, delivers the punch.
LOVED IT! :)
This is one of the single, most lasting thread in our personal poetry section =)
You are an astute observer of the human animal, my friend. Each one made me catch my breath, or nod sagely, or murmur softly, "wow", and each one helped me see.
As always, a small pleasure.
Many thanks The earth is round and qimissung: as for my "astuteness," it is more a matter of recognizing something of myself in every subject of these Snapshots.
From across the street I hear
(or do I remember?) a child’s voice
as if I were hearing her
from long, long ago
A hefty young man
schleps himself
across the hot, humid street,
his heart
ticking away the minutes
There is a marvellous, mischievous bite to this one prince. I love:
"...his heart
ticking away the minutes."
brilliant. H