Greedy Eyes
for Erin Greene
things we fill our eyes with
what fill our eyes, until they overflow
joyful tears flowing from them
things we fill our eyes with, who knows
unable to witness what we witness
we own our perspective, our spot
place where we stand to look out
to look about, with hungry big eyes
with big hungry eyes
seeking what we wish
to put in our mouths
to fill our bellies with
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
11:01 p.m. 26.02.08
for Erin Greene
things we fill our eyes with
what fill our eyes, until they overflow
joyful tears flowing from them
things we fill our eyes with, who knows
unable to witness what we witness
we own our perspective, our spot
place where we stand to look out
to look about, with hungry big eyes
with big hungry eyes
seeking what we wish
to put in our mouths
to fill our bellies with
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
11:01 p.m. 26.02.08
posted by Obie Quiet at 8:13 PM
2 Comments:
I have stopped by to drink in you fine lines...I love the economy of metre and melody in this poem. I can see its heart, head and stomach.
Soldier on my friend.
G. Morris
Argentina
You know this excites me so very much, my friend, that you stopped by, all the way away in Argentina. I wish I too could be inspired to hop about the globe, though staying put to observe the baby nation's development, is another commitment. I do need too, to couple being sedentary with being nomadic. Do, please, stop by more often, my very dear friend. May God continue to bless you and yours, extremely richly. May he hold your family and you, in very tender hands.
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