I once loved those wet eyes that could put out the sun and reflect the moon.
And then what happend?Why u stopped liking thoes wet eyes!!
Hi Ross! I know I’m about fourty five years behind, but I’ve just entered my Jim Morrison phase and this line you wrote reminds me of some of his quotes/poems especially this one:
“I am troubled, immeasurably
by your eyes.
I am struck by the feather
of your soft reply.
The sound of glass
speaks quick, disdain
what your eyes fight
Must be the whole eye thing.
You know, I never really got too into Jim Morrison or the Doors. I’m not really sure why. I guess they always fell into the same bracket as Hunter S. Thompson. Sort of important at the time but now just a relic of the past. Call me old fashioned, but I don’t think that taking drugs is a story.
That poem you posted was really nice. There was a lot to it by the way. I’m sorry it took me a couple of days to get round to reading it. And I will post a comment to your page, but my laptop battery is dying and my next plane is almost boarding! But keep it up love, you’ve got some skills x
Hello again! THANK YOU SO MUCH! My best friend thinks you’re even cooler now (is that even possible? haha) for taking the time to actually read through the poem.
I did too.
… but her liquid eyes closed with the dying moon and dried up as the sun was freed, and so did my love. (bad and campy, I know, but I couldn’t help myself from adding to it. Yours is fine. Mine’s for fun. I had to resist the urge to add an “alas” in there. Please delete after reading.)
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