Old Eyes
My day was full of listening to life stories, all vastly different from one another, yet in a strange way very similar. I wrote a poem to share the thoughts I had on what I experienced. The eyes are a door way into a very hidden and mysterious place within the soul.
Old Eyes
To look deep
within old eyes
is to see a reflection
of humanity
that contains stories
from a life lived
in past and present.
Some have gone
deep into caverns
hidden by a human shell
only to reveal shadows
from a backdrop
of once a strong soul.
To listen closely
to tales from memory
looking deep into old eyes
is a glimpse back into self.
By Robin Sloboda
Comments
You have inspired me to start taking more pictures. I would love to live where you live...out of the city and out on the Prairies.
I picked up your link from Prairie Chick's site. I so enjoy reading through your site as well. Very rich. I'll be back to visit again. Hope you don't mind if I add you to my visited sites to keep up with you as well.
Be Blessed. I
This is beautiful, Robin.
thanks for stopping by and entering my bloggy giveaway. I wish I could have given everyone a copy of Stone Crossings, I enjoyed it so much.
Blessings on you, friend.