I wrote a poem about my “Seeing Eye Leaves” painting, I hope you like it
Branching out with eyes that see
swaying in the wind a tree
Spirit sifting through eyelashes, with dust and debris
Big, little, beady, pink.
Blue eyes, yes eyes
eyes that think.
Brother’s eyes, sister’s eyes, all of them blink.
Soul filled lenses,
flipping, fluttering, float to the ground
With a blank stare they look up
and drowsy, close their lids forever
Whispers through the breeze say to the tree
You will stay, until we grow, and fall again.
Comment by eve on 2015-04-28 15:23:22 +0000
very nice! the painting and the poem
Comment by tricia on 2015-04-28 18:22:35 +0000
thanks so much Eve! Im always surprised when anyone visits my blog!