19th May Blues

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  • Loss
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  • Philosophy

    Poem Commentary

    A photograph, a mirror and a mother who died unexpectedly when I was seventeen. So my poetry is introspective, given the circumstances what do you expect?

    19th May Blues


    I've been looking
    Into innocent eyes
    Blue eyes
    Blue
    Why aways
    So blue
    And they looked
    Back at me
    Straight back
    At me
    Or was it
    Straight through


    I once had
    Those innocent eyes
    Blue eyes
    Blue
    Why always
    So blue
    Now I look
    Back at them
    Straight back
    At them
    Or is it
    Straight through

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    Buffybytes commented on 19th May Blues

    12-12-2012

    Tunnels of color and light that allow loving spirit to be transmitted easily between dimensions of space and time upon this close inspection of true heartfelt reflections...of love.
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    rsalassi commented on 19th May Blues

    10-12-2010

    The eyes have it! I really like the idea of both looking/seeing and being looked at/seen. Insightful, pun intended.
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    Chaos128 commented on 19th May Blues

    09-23-2010

    Eyes do more than see, especially when themselves are seen.
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    ginga commented on 19th May Blues

    08-17-2010

    Drew, This is a mesmerizing write. Whenever eyes are written about, thre is this charismatic moment. These blue eyes drew me in. ginga
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    DrewMcNee

    08/17/2010

    I am positively flattered dear ginga. Given the circumstances, I shall briefly bathe in the glow and enjoy with a gentle smile the flow again of your kind words. Drew.

    SavVySam commented on 19th May Blues

    08-17-2010

    How did I miss this wonderful piece...gentle reflections of Love!
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    DrewMcNee

    08/17/2010

    Thanks M. It is 40 years old. I like to imagine it still has some resonance. Unfortunately for me, the event behind its creation still produces lingering pain, though perhaps not so strong. Drew.

    SavVySam

    08/17/2010

    So sorry...

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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