Albert Johnson

3. Eyes - Poem by Albert Johnson

Old photos show adoring eyes
Toward your newborn child.


Old memories hold a picture of clouded eyes

Disturbed turned to rage.
I cowered from those eyes.


After the storm,
the penance,
Shame in your eyes.


Eagle eyes watching every move.
I was intimidated.


The distant look, eyes far away.
Reliving? Remembering? Regretting?


When we say good bye,
Wanting to speak love,
An awkward touch, instead.

I see a tiny tear in the corner of
Your eye.
It speaks.

Comments about 3. Eyes by Albert Johnson

  • Brian Dorn (3/18/2006 11:57:00 AM)

    Interesting poem. You can tell a lot about what someone is thinking/feeling by their eyes. Great job conveying that message! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 18, 2006

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