Poet’s Corner: Troubled Eyes

Peer deep into my troubled eyes,
As they cry my sands of time;
Falling downward toward my heart,
Like tears of bitter lime.
Look inside and know my life,
As if it was your own;
Then blow their spirits smoke to me,
Before all crows have flown–
To skies above, and clouds below,
And o’er my Lordless Sea–
Their wings on winds reminding,
They have their hold on me.
See the sacred moon at night,
And place it in my eyes:
It’s shadows move and image
A world known as my guise.
The years I’ve lived before me
Slice through the densest fog;
And still I see through my own eyes
My shadow’s devil dog;
Which howls up through the banshee tree,
And owns the monkey’s night;
And brings the crows back to the world,
Only when the time is right.
Man has robbed the sacred:
Stripped naked, to its bones;
And left it for the drying out
‘Top the parched and brittle stones.
Yes, look into my eyes again,
And rid me of this pain;
And see my sand in colors
Showing life’s not been in vain.
Ground the smoke around me
Like a fog which hugs this earth;
And let it feed the shadows,
Giving back my fragile worth.
For if the crows find trade winds,
They’d fly into my heart;
And the howling of the devil dog
Couldn’t shadow out its part:
Of the healing which is needed
Like a fire burning way–
To the screeching of the monkeys
Turning night, back into day.

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About Robin Clark (35 Articles)
Robin, born in Talent Oregon, now resides in Bellevue, a community outside of Seattle Washington. She is a published poet, OP-ED writer and Children's story author. She is currently in partnership with a composer who has asked her to write the book for his next musical. She is also being courted by assorted Directors to write a stage play and her dream is to leave a legacy in words, where you come to realize anything is possible.