Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Sonnet # 6 - Poem by Edwina Reizer

I see your image though my eyes are wet.
So I wipe them until they’re dry.
And still I see those eyes of yours.
No matter how hard I try
I cannot make them disappear.
They haunt me in many ways.
For you’ve taken over my ability
to focus clearly on my ensuing days.

One day to the next is always the same.
My thoughts are fleeting yet still.
The opposition within my thinking
is like the rise and fall of a hill.
Is there a way to be at ease
and become as I was before?
I’ve questioned myself when my eyes get wet.
But the answer just makes my tears pour.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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