Seeing Eye Leaves

eye leaves

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!