YOUR EYES ARE
A poem by Jennifer Bowles
like the trees, with gentle swaying and implied
moaning,
changing each season with colors and moods,
burning from the sun with lime brilliance,
suffusing from the moon with luminous grays of
uncertainty,
each hue with its own existence,
lusciously moist, or moribundly brittle,
while the browns of the roots remain solid
beneath the soil.
Your eyes are
like the ground, with compressed and concealed layers,
below green pansophical coverages,
coalescing from the rain with roily consistency,
freezing from the snow with marbling white,
with the traces of lacing reds,
heartbreaking yellows, and inviolable lavenders
from flowers that
eventually achromatize.
Your eyes are
like the night,
black aureoles
of knowledge,
glorifying the unknown,
hiding the trees and the ground, but
making their presence known in the darkness,
rushing out to greet in the subtlest of brown-green
masses,
suggesting a watery domain.
Your eyes are
like the river,
swelling with
midnight bluish-olive ripples,
deceiving the banks with twigs and endless tides,
igniting nature and emotion,
prevailing the land with mystical healing,
a rapture of beauty, spirit, and change
full of inconstancy and depth.
Your eyes are.
Fall 2007 Poetry
.ETCETERA by Ron Miraflores
Featured Poet: Judson Hamilton
Editor’s Choice: Michael Ogletree
TRUTH IN ADVERTISING by Patricia
Fillingham
PAMONA HILLS by Daniel Wilcox
YOU AND LANGSTON HUGHES by Rosemary
Pennington
QUIET ASYLUM by Candy Tothill
THE TRAVELER AWAKES. HER TRAIN AWAKES
by Nick Courtright
DYING ALONE by Helen Peterson
THE LIE by Daniel S. Irwin
NEWSPAPER PHOTOS OF THE BROKEN WORLD by
Donna Munro
OCCUPIED TILL I DIE by J. Alan Nelson
BECAUSE LOVE IS LIKE THE SHORTEST DAY by
Dave Migman
YOUR EYES ARE by Jennifer Bowles
OF BEAUTIFUL SOULS by David McLean
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