They are in constant motion,
even when I rest.
They dance about,
and sparkle with delight.
They can say come hither,
and go to hell with barely a glance
With them you can read my moods,
happy, snarly, horny or tired.
They can be green, hazel or brown,
or change to match my mood!
I get my own set of glasses,
to sport of various hues.
Smile, because my eyes,
see all that you do!
Written by Barbara Osborn 2/26/07
Written for the challenge to use a body part
BARB
Bardouble29 (aka Barb) has always loved to write. Writing has proven to be a way to deal with the tough parts of life. Her poetry tends to be a little on the dark and sad side. She loves making words come alive. But she can be known to throw in poems of other venue.
3 comments:
wonderful Barb very nice and what we can see through them tells quiet a story.
I do wear glasses
But mostly I wear contacts
Both drive me bonkers
I see "barley" where I should see "barely." Perhaps my mood is "snarly." Is there more that I can do? I like the fact that I can interact with the poem in this way. Keep at it!
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