You reach for your pot
and scoop out a story
with memories so hot
it burns with fury
I run to my soul
and call up the word
that speaks to your face
caressing your eyes
You can't wash it off
though words don't stick
they have a life
in your liquid eyes
Words can not be washed becuse they are etched in mind..........very well written.
oh i like this, i agree with Vidyadhar words are etched in the mind, and stick with you. This is a fantastic write, thank you so much for sharing. **HUGZ** CC
I am returning your compliment! ! ! This poem has beautiful imagery... and also the theme of words of course!
Like stories that eyes tell Conversely, stories where eyes never lie. Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
sir.....if i found someone who could write to me like this......then....it would be too good to be true....you are beyond the best sir.......this is a master piece...
Commentary can only weaken this creative masterwork, but i felt compelled to comment just to let you know that. This is both intellectually and viscerally strong, and the rhymes make it memorable. Not many guys talking about their lady's eyes these days.
Great title and lovely imagery in this bewitching write, it was a pleasure to read, thanks 10 from me, Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's a beautiful poem. The echoes of what we hear stays on with us... although as you rightly said, words don't stick but they do have a life of their own.