A magic ball
Concealed in the orbit
Though appears small
Spreads its sight
To the worldly hall.
Sign of beauty
And attraction
If you are shopaholic
Helps in selection
But can cause blurring
With retinal traction.
Observer of the nature
And so confined
Collector of memories
Saves them behind
A master photographer
Of its own kind
A visual art director
Genius and inclined
Telecasts various shows
From studios of mind
Draws a rainbow of colors
All vividly bind
If three are missing
It is colorblind.
(6/3/2009)
They say the eyes are the true windows to the soul and in this piece you have shown yours in a most wonderous and lovely way. Loved it. All the best, Ramona T
the eye in the socket of our heads and the eye in the socket of the constellations that watches us all. great write!
This is also a wonderful imaginative poem from you. A light thru your eyes. Well penned Thanks for sharing with me
great read indeed! ! ! ....hey I should say you are a great master photographer....you can capture many hearts by your hand woven poetry quilts! ! ! ! enjoyed this one.... 10++ with love shan
a very beautiful poem enjoyed the reading..10++++ A master photographer Of its own kind A visual art director Genius and inclined Telecasts various shows From studios of mind Draws a rainbow of colors All vividly bind If three are missing It is colorblind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great write. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY 'THE EYES HAVE IT'!