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Eye play

Contributed by vincy on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 02:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical



The puppet had no more  
than two eyes.  
To the ordinary person  
a right & a left eye  
to you and me and to all  
makers and discoverers  
an interior  
&  
an exterior eye.  
To those who demand  
further information...  
an eye which saw from  
the tip of his nose  
to the distant stars  
another eye which saw  
what was within...  
from the tip of his memory  
to the sparkle  
deep in his dreams.  
As for the puppet  
to him there was  
just one eye.  
The meeting point  
of two cycles  
where horizons curve  
into each other  
where the eye  
is the sparkle  
and the sparkle  
the star.  
With this eye  
the puppet played  
towards this eye  
the puppet flowed.  
The eye which was  
his cultivated potentials  
the meaning of  
his never ending search.  
Fulfillment  
contentment  
tranquility.  
As the passing years  
carved wrinkles  
into his face  
the eyes would get  
closer to each other  
until the day  
when  
right at the center  
of his forehead  
where his eyebrows met  
the eyes would eclipse  
and like a cyclone  
the puppet would make  
'eeeeenormous sounds of joy' . 
 

 




Copyright © vincy ... [ 2003-06-25 14:45:00]
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Re: Eye play (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 03:17:26 PM AEST
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Your poem makes absolute sense and
not only sensible but also defensible
------------------------------------------
Let me say in four short lines,
we are all just puppet size,
but like a cyclops, depth perception
blurs our questing eyes.



Re: Eye play (User Rating: 1 )
by Saira on Wednesday, 25th June 2003 @ 03:59:10 PM AEST
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Good write!




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