Some muse you have, to be given such eyes be they violet or Jasmine or the green of Jade, men will no doubt die in those eyes, drowning in them to a womans delight
Such a vivid imagination you have, and unique to the ninth degree, you continue to amaze with your skill......never stop, not even when I'm gone :O)
And we can be alone in a crowded room, it seems.....the eyes holds keys, secrets and jewels....rarely are our thoughts seen until they are open! Selene, my sweet, you always leave me wanting more! xx
I liked the progression of the poem, the unfurling of a story of quiet girl amidst a loud world. Just one note, I wish the ending had been a little less abrupt, but that's just my opinion. I feel that from the beauty of the stanza above it (I loved these lines: Pan plucked my blue eyes from their sockets/and placed them in a field of violets/where the butterflies hovered for a taste of tears.), it felt a little cut short. But, mostly, a lovely lonely little read.
Your ability to transform light to dark and heavy is astounding. Those eyes that can draw you in, and so easily butterfly flutter to the next victim, those are the eyes I fear most. Awesome imagery and usage of metaphor…
Stunnly beautiful with a anguish of uniqueness for the character, girl. Reveals what some may consider the personality of a girl, lady, or woman. Bravo.
that was quite beautiful..."I am very good at going
unnoticed
in a crowded room
as long as I am a lady"...I liked that line it was very powerful..and ofcourse the third stanza the imagery was intense.