
Eyes saw first light one Monday, when World War II was won,
emerging, letters learning, to betters bowed, begun
a journey spread like butter upon life’s bread, which seems
to be about to stutter before the land of dreams.
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Eyes which were schooled one Tuesday began to understand
how letters strung together rung bells brain took in hand,
soft strength no conscious effort to channel patterned streams
should need, the flood no rudder to stimulate those dreams.
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Eyes which advanced one Wednesday upon emotions’ tide
to woo, to win, together, as groom to beauty bride,
felt joys would last for ever, like strawberries and cream,
still hope sap strong can't sever eternity from dreams.
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Eyes which in turn one Thursday sired fruit so well desired,
who queried much, yet stayed untouched by vain ambitions tired,
felt feelings frank, not clever, that seek "together's" gleams,
to sow, reap, harvest, gather the essence of shared dreams.
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Eyes which Friday celebrate, see seed to stripling strong
stretch skywards, never hesitate, sift just from wrong's pronged tongs,
subjective vie[w]s eliminate, zest tests through searchlight beams,
shows all may know intact stays flow that feeds tomorrow’s dreams.
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Eyes which on this Saturday sense Winter drawing near,
reaching through rhyme’s interplay would transmit loud and clear
before Time’s ‘weak~end’ weather may wear away soul’s gleams,
this theme : ~ that one should never compromise on dreams.
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Eyes which one Sunday may pass away, life legacy would leave,
who principles would not betray, prays none know tears, none grieve.
Life's cycle turns as candle burns, warms all within its beams, ~
road cats' eyes snake, make no mistake, tomorrow takes your dreams ...











































































and yet so full of imaginative renderings that I find much pleasure in mining through your works. This one was a pleasure to read and while it seemed to be more personal it still offered me food for thought and a glimpse into another way of viewing a week spread out! Reminded me of a course I attended called "ECL" (experience compression laboratory) which at the time I found a bit bizarre but as my days pass it becomes more functional in my mind. Thanks for posting this one, joy 

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