My eyes don't like the sun
which is a pity
because it's pretty
when it shines.
I can't convince my eyes at all!
They seek the shade.
My body,
on the other hand,
does like the sun,
the warmth on my skin
and the good feeling within
generated by its rays.
So I'm in a dilemma.
Sun? Shade? Shade? Sun?
I can't please everyone.
Well now. My eyes do like your poetry. I can't assist you in this dilemma however. :) t x
Fran I'll take the warm sun anyday and wear transition lens which go dark and light in tune. I love to feel the warm sun on my back, it makes me feel alive. I like this one. Bob
that is why we need to prioritise. the eyes are made for them. so listen to your eyes. good one francesca.
ha ha..you have placed me in a dilemma too.. Nice write..enjoyed it
well...that is a good one...it is so interesting how you...write about the most...everyday things...and yet...your poetry shines...this is good...and ernestine northover must be tripping...whoo...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Fran This aches to read, I too can sympathise, what a stunning piece to read, Love duncan X