Watching the new release
of Pride And Prejudice
once again struck by
the restrictions
placed on people back then
the strict self-discipline
the eyes were the only
means to convey
deeper feelings
And I cried
because of your eyes
and mine
conveying an angry message
all too often – whenever
your routine is upset
your face turns into stone
with the coldest eyes
And the tears
I feel welling up
are not allowed
to show on my face
not to appear
a fool
in your
eyes…
M, I find this a penetrating and touching piece; also, almost masculine.... that whole boys don't cry thing.... and of course we ladies feel it too. Memorable, harsh and sad. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a heart wrenching write! it chilled me, and then i was overwhelmed with so much empathy for you...such a tenuous situation...and i do love the way you write1 Always my best wishes to you dear, Theo