A Pupil of Poetry
I’m a mandala in your eye
a sunflower dancing
on a black scrying mirror
where the sun and moon
are lovers
I’m a mandala in your eye
a sunflower dancing
on a black scrying mirror
where the sun and moon
are lovers
May 14th, 2008 Colleen Redman Posted in Poetics
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May 14th, 2008 1:16 pm
Brown Eyes, Why Are You Blue?
May 14th, 2008 1:42 pm
Thinking of you today. Missed you at scrabble. I won. 🙂
May 14th, 2008 5:02 pm
Your eye looks beautiful.
I love the poem. xo
May 14th, 2008 10:52 pm
Wow. I have nothing more intelligent to say than, “wow”.
May 15th, 2008 4:47 am
a poet, indeed! and one with an eye for intriguing detail.
May 15th, 2008 9:05 am
You scared me when the page uploaded.. Kidding
May 15th, 2008 10:15 am
Stuart, you got me singing Crystal Gale’s famous song, “don’t it make my brown eyes blue.” Today I’m golden. I’ll post why tomorrow.
May 15th, 2008 11:57 am
Colleen, yes, that song did come to mind. . .
But I was thinking about the one from George W Meyer back in 1925!
May 15th, 2008 11:59 am
Colleen, yes, that song did come to mind. . .
But I was thinking about the “phrase” from George W Meyer’s song back in 1925!
May 15th, 2008 2:23 pm
Oh. I had to google that one. I couldn’t find the lyrics, only sheet music, so maybe it’s an instrumental? I know a lot of the songs from the 40’s, which I learned from my dad, but I don’t know much about the 20’s
May 15th, 2008 4:29 pm
I love the image and the words … “where sun and moon are lovers.”