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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, May 2, 2011

Eye, Mouse

This little oddity was written for Bryan at Notes from the Night Owl, who requests photos of our eyes for a creepy, serial killer eye collage. How could I say no?!!

lolamouse's blurry eye
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
And you collect pictures of eyes
Dozens, perhaps hundreds of eyes
Are you then peering into
The windows of countless strangers?
What does this make you?
A creeper?
A secret keeper?
Perhaps a soul peeper?

 

6 comments:

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

lolamouse,

How very creepy, when you ask those 'eye' questions, but possibly true!
A different kind of thought....

Best wishes, Eileen

Pat Tillett said...

Hmmmm! I'm not sure! But with the right kind of light you can actually see INTO the eye...

Bryan M. White said...

They're like hard boiled eggs that people see out of. That doesn't sound weird, does it?

nene said...

I'm a 'peeping nene' a voyeur of hearts and souls

Doug Stephens said...

It does make one wonder what Bryan plans on doing with all those eyes :)

M. A. S. said...

Hmmm... See into the eye. Perhaps an ophthalmological poem would be lame. Perhaps not.
Anyway, Mouse-way creepy.