Amy Carr

Rookie (October 22,1975 / Washington, DC)

Your Eyes - Poem by Amy Carr

I tried once to describe your eyes to someone.
And instead of telling them what I see when I look at you,
I found myself, for the first time in a very long time,
completely without words, a breath caught in my throat
refusing to unfold its mystery to me as I stood frozen in time,
transported instantaneously to the moment I first saw them –
your eyes – looking at me with love.

A moment passed and I smiled and laughed at myself for my silence,
blushing and looking away from my friend,
staring desperately at the people all around us,
wishing the earth would swallow me up and save me,
hoping she wouldn’t notice how my hands had begun trembling
at the thought of you, and quietly admonishing my foolishness
at even attempting to describe perfection – the perfection of your eyes.

Stumblingly I began, the smile still tugging at my mouth,
barely suppressed giggles punctuating my feeble words,
and slowly as I spoke, a knowing grin graced my friend’s face
because she knew despite my “ums” and “wells”
how you have captured my heart if you can take away my tongue –
she listened and nodded and waited for me to finish,
and when the awkward torrent of loving phrases slowed to a trickle,
stopping as with the sound of a coin hitting concrete
she smiled at me widely and simply said “They sound magnificent, ”
and I replied in giddy tones “Oh, but they are! ”


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006



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