arrayed in language 

unnoticed in its death,

as the leaves survive 

the siege of winter,

taloned with wounds

rejoicing in the wind.

In my dreams,

there is silence

as the flowers die

through our eyes;

whispers held,


beneath our feet

of the grey stone,

leave a rock 

after death

they exist

unlike flowers

for eternity. 

We will not look back,

as it will flood back somewhere

within our minds,

and beneath the permission tree

as it bleeds in the escape

of water and wind,

it disturbs the quiet

as winter hides

in ecstacy 

that compels 

us to look away,

and die tired deaths

each day.

As we watch 

everything else in absence 

waking up alone

to that return 

of the dream,



everything from the refrain,

the animals,

& blood,

eyes cannot escape

the hunt;

the black persimmon leaves fall.

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29 thoughts on “Eyes.”

      1. Hahaha. It’s short for Independence. It suits him well, that nutty cat.

        Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. It is always heartbreaking to lose a pet. They’re part of the family and it’s very sad.

        Yes, you should definitely get one when the pandemic ends–Dogs are so lovely, and there’s always so much love to give to animals.

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      2. Yeah, he will grow up to be independent of you one day 😂😂and he will go out to be the male that he is and bring back income 😂😂just kidding.

        Yeah thanks for your concern. 🤗

        I feel like cuddling one right now 🤗🤗🤗🤗like any pet with hair, even lion 🦁😂

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  1. You had me wondering with the line…”and beneath the permission tree”… and then after reading your finale lines ” eyes cannot escape ..the hunt;…the black persimmon leaves fall.”….. as the saying goes, ‘things fell into place’, and then I understood, the hardness and depth of your intriguing poem….

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    1. Thank you so much for your analysis. I always love seeing how different people interpret my poetry. Your analysis is very accurate to what I was going for in the poem. Thank you for reading it. ❤️

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