Wednesday, 8 July 2009

The eyes - They see

Your eyes captivated me

Not beady, nor seedy

A sight to behold

If only I could see

The beauty you saw in me

I'm not really a poet, but I do like to play with words. Do the eyes really see all that is claimed to be? I'm not really sure they do.


  1. ‘The eyes – They see,’ ain’t the most profound title I’ve ever seen. ‘Stating the bleeding obvious’ some might say, but it’s a start to an interesting piece of wordplay. Yeah, the eyes see what they see. The trouble starts when the brain’s interpretation is corrupted by what it wants to see, hence the saying ‘love is blind.’

  2. Our eyes can't see all there is, or all that's claimed to be there, or exactly what another person sees and as Mr V says, what we see isn't the same as what we think we see. (er, if you see what I mean)

    I like the poem, JJ and I think I know what you mean.

  3. The title, Mister Valance, derives from Patsy's playtime with anagrams.

    I guess my brain was corrupted by a gorgeous muse, I cautiously viewed from afar, but it helped my inspiration when all else seemed to fail. I can only assume I got so many things wrong, and will never know what may have been if I had bitten on a golden compliment.

  4. Hmm, now I see.

    As for your corruption... she who hesitates is lost, yet fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Sometimes you just have to make a call and hope you derive at the right answer.

  5. Yep... Only hesitated cos I was shocked into silence, and now I'm lost!