She ended each day as she started
Closed eyes, looking at her world
Images of imagination, the only real thing.
She saw her dreams and hopes on eyelids
That had been painted on self-conscious days
And on empty armed nights
She saw what she longed for
And had, and enjoyed, in the windows of her being
Not tangible to others, who didn't matter
For they only unknowingly contributed
But only touchable,palpable to her, who was all she had
Except her dreams and hopes
Painted on her eyelids
Closed eyes, looking at her world
A contest entry
- ~ she paused, squinting at the sky ~ by Heart Sutra.
2200 points, ended January 5, 2008, 14 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this, the vision within closed eyes, imagination as "the only real thing". This is so sad, "Not tangible to others, who didn't matter
For they only unknowingly contributed
But only touchable,palpable to her, who was all she had". Excellent poetry!
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Oft' times we dream with eyes wide open. But to dream on the back of the "eyelids" is truth in reflection. You did well with the prompt poet. There is originality here. This poem expresses self-awareness, and soul searching. Very nicely penned. Thank you for this entry in Zayra's contest. I wish you the best.
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Renee
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There is a nice reflective quality about this poem... not looking up at the sky, but looking into the inner-sky... the closed eyes - I liked that. A lovely take on the contest theme - thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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I like the idea of using "closed eyes" as a form of expression in this poem...a metaphor that is also not a metaphor...well done.
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