gershon hepner

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Hazel Eyes - Poem by gershon hepner

She tells me that her eyes are hazel,
but the color green, like basil,
is her favorite, it seems.
Eyes provoke a lover’s dreams
whether hazel, brown or blue,
and even when they’re green they can
cause raptures to a loving man
as prejudiced against this color
as any misanthropic mullah.
With her eyes she casts a spell––
hazel clearly suits her well.
Even were they green I think
I’d love her, though, if they were pink
or even worse, were they bloodshot,
I’d hesitate. But they are not.

Written after Zak sent me a photo I took of Rikki looking at family photos with him on the swing seat in the patio of our garden. I showed the photo to Rikki and asked her what color here eyes were. “Hazel, ” she replied.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2008

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