"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, October 12, 2012

Yesterday's Eyes

Image ~ Leslie Moon



Come out, come out wherever you are…
I am here. Can’t you see me?

Hide and seek had lost its magic
among the little girl’s tears
pleading for discovery.


Pressed like a butterfly under glass
brown eyes peer with yesterday’s eyes
into the oblivious stares of strangers.

She wants her mother.
They only want the museum tour.
Eternity has too many hours on its clock.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
 This was written from the image prompt by Leslie Moon for NWCU's


15 comments :

marousia said...

Great writing - love the final stanza

Susie Swanson said...

Beautiful as always..Blessings

Fred Rutherford said...

strong response here, really amazing verse to accompany the prompt photo. Very nicely done. Thanks

Fred Rutherford said...

strong response here, really amazing verse to accompany the prompt photo. Very nicely done. Thanks

Natasha Head said...

They only want the museum tour...Susie, for me, this line, above all others, brings the goosebumps...fantastic response to a fantastic image...and the incorporation of the video only lends to the "haunting"..

Timoteo said...

Intriguing
Inviting
Rereading

Carrie Van Horn said...

Yesterday's eyes indeed....a lovely write Susie!

Kerry O'Connor said...

She wants her mother.
They only want the museum tour.

You saw something in the image that took it to a new level.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

What an amazing photo. I love your response to it......yes, she wants her mother. I love that her "brown eyes peer like yesterday's eyes".

Jazzbumpa said...

Several years ago when the oldest grand kids were playing hide and seek at our house Amanda his so well her cousins couldn't find her.

When we finally tracked her down she was quite frightened.

Your surreal poem reminded me of that moment.

namaste
jzb

Björn Rudberg said...

This rings with an ominous feeling of danger... of sadness and loss.. Oh how I wish all goes well for a child like that.

Margaret said...

I don't completely understand it … but I sense the loneliness of the sweet child.

Laura said...

I can feel the fear in this child's tender heart in my own.

Gillena Cox said...

luv that last line

much love...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, sad. I think we have all been that little girl at some time.

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