Monday, April 11, 2011

Eyes by Michael H. Brownstein

She wrote her dialogue in verse,
her emails in near rhyme, her thoughts
as sonnets, haiku and ballads,
but her eyes could not hide her fear
of aversion, her lack of understanding
dissension, expressions of danger and fear,
the rising poem like the hunter's moon,
deep and glowing from the depths 
of the dark waters of night into midnight's
rampage of nightmare, agonies, and terrors

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

the poem is complicate, just lyk the eye itself. i like it