See me
Not through the mirror
But through my eyes
So that you may learn
Not the lies
Nor the estimation
Nor the impression
You have formed
From the freedom you took
To measure me...
Then shall you only
Truly understand
I am right when I say
You have not seen me
Not at all.
I like the duplicity in this. I read this as someone seeing you, and you looking at yourself.
ReplyDeleteloved the pic
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great poem
liked the way that the eyes/lies rhyme drew me in
widows of the soul
and
door to a fine poem :)
Floots beat me to the eyes being the window of the soul.
ReplyDeleteI love the raw honesty in this. We are all guilty of looking through "our" eyes and judging. Another good one Luanne!
ReplyDeleteMmmmm . . . the mystery . . . What lies behind our eyes? Only each one of us really knows, do we?
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