Prying Eyes

Jayne, this is brilliant, & I chuckled first because I posted an ode for you & there you are just here with this fantastic write, I am so glad to have caught it in it's gorgeous freshness. But I cannot chuckle long, as this work has sobered me intensely from my joviality, it is really, really good, I love the musical theme & understand some of these senses, but you have written such a strong & dramatic picture here of wonderfully original style & I am so glad to be able to celebrate it. Some of these lines whacked me wonderfully in the gut with their potency & I love that. sheltered for a lifetime light crept to pry its fingers below the lips of eyelids, from the ridges of history I was illuminated in his epidermal fresco But I feel in all, this is a masterpiece, & again I praise the directions you have taken... well done, I bow low to this one, & please let my vote count. xx Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

I really loved elements of this poem my favourite line was 'across a braille of skin' now that excites and invokes a great mental image followed by a shudder... Talk more soon Seabhac

This is quite the write you have undertaken upon waking up. I could just imagine your conscious tempting your sub conscious with the tid bits of musical notes, your following them where they might lead. The image reminds me a bit of tricking my poodle to follow me with doggie treats. And then the musical notes dribbling down your chin. . . 'He coaxed me out of my mind, leaving songs as treats knowing I couldn’t resist' The poem is packed with metaphor and meaning and expectation. Love, Deelilah PS Those are fingers holding the creature in your picture---what is it? A photshop trick?

What a change of pace, refreshing as well. I have been ryhming away in my head and there is Jayne with a wonderful example that poetry has so much to offer. Very serious and blunt, but a wonderful expirence to feel with you. Strong and confident. Full and vibrent. Absolutly grand! Julie D.D.

Prying eyes to see that you are indeed getting it! Ya know, I was trying to find something critical to say about this poem, so that it wouldn't sound like we were all gushing, [there is that evil word again] and I couldn't find a thing! I loved everything about it! You are truly beginning to master this thing called; blank verse. I predict that you will never abandon rhyming all together, but will find yourself switching back and forth with ease. Sometimes I find that there are certain subjects that lend themselves to blank verse better than rhyming. I am sure that you will find it thus also. Beautiful work! Higgest bugs and lotsa love, ~ Gee

I don't know what to say that hasn't been said, just want to share that I am akin minded with the gush peace and cheers logic

Another gusher just fell at your feet... ME! I loved every line of this poem full of metaphors and imagery. But if I had to choose the most meaningful, for me: A blind madwoman chose to see again I just opened my eyes Love, Cat

I am in awe. There is something that I cant put my finger on but I truly enjoyed this one. I am going to read it again after I comment. Love to you. Lyz. XX

Lady Jayne You are seeing through my eyes and what i see and feel of the one in front of me again. So magnetic to draw you in with the voice then the song you cannot resist you are hooked instantly forever A mad woman am I but with eyes wide open always Just love this amazing Blue

Knew I'd see this here before long... congrats & well done, as I said this is a great write & deserves the spotlight, enjoy it my friend. Cheers xx Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet.

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gorgeous wordcrafting, elegant expression, real intimacy. You have transcended. I know your fears but you have faced them and exceeded. A triumph. You beautiful beautiful poet. huge huggles. Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

A blind madwoman, in desperate straights on the hanging bridge of the eyelid swinging back and forth from the reality of sight to the surreality of the senses, yes you send our senses in to touch places and faces of facts that scare us, what do we do without sight we who can see are most frightened of loosing that sense, and yet other senses then develop to counteract the lack of it, even then, it is so precious to us, as is the sense of living and feeling whole, you make us think with this felt surface wording, think deeper. Dear Jayne, love and a hug from Ann.