See/Look

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see,

look

within

my brown eyes,

you will be dazzled

and I will bear your weight because

as dark as I am, that is something I always do,

.

as dark as I am, that is something I always do,

you can judge me if you desire,

spurt me with wise words,

but look, see

within

these

eyes,

.

you

will

find my

lost shadow

and you will see me

as I am without my white mask

and my scars will be on display just for you to view,

.

all my scars will be on display just for you to view,

the blotted marks of a known truth-

life is hard to live,

grasp this fact

once you

see

me.

.

* Mine are brown but rather hollow; they don’t say anything. They remain mum.

** Fibonacci poetry (which I liked a lot once) for dVerse Form For All.

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Grim Day Haiku

grim day of no light

cold wind prickling tender skin

a single drop clings

 ~

a single drop clings

others emerge from within

the whole being shivers

 ~

the whole being shivers

long look at a far distance

no light this grim day

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* For MindLoveMisery’s Photo Prompt.

penance

Woman in white of face withering

away with a wane look in eyes

pleas for penance for less than pensive

attitude towards the plight of

those who suffer seams of stress

time and again same as ever

 

she traverses, travels for that time

when she’d understand truth after all

she drowns and drenches in ditches

of the pure waters, drink for relief

from her callous crimes that cause

her infinitesimal catastrophic pain

* I tried.. for dverse Form for All. At least there is alliteration.. <<innocent>>

Ornate: A Bizarre 150-Word Story

“I apologize; I’m not capable of using such ornate words, Mademoiselle,” recited the French diplomat with a heavy accent.

“Never mind, Monsieur, it is alright even if you remain mum.”

The hostess continued the tour of the plush Victorian-villa for her guest.

“And this was the working lobby, where the soothsayers would fret all day, waiting for their lives to please Grandmother.”
“This is a photograph of that time,” she gestured towards an ancient snapshot, “You can imagine those men and women, some bare-chested, others wearing turbans, and yet others in even more bizarre clothing, looking into those globes or cards and some in the waters, supposedly brought from the holiest of rivers, gazing into the unfathomable layers of future.”

“Your ornate words are so ornate, Madame.”

“Would you like to know more?”

“U! Huh!”

And she continued to enunciate, as in the words of the gentleman, her ornate words.

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* Written in response of VisDare 23: Ornate

Look me in the eyes

Look me in the eyes

these eyes tell my story

look beyond those tears

look beyond that renitence

that appears in my eyes

Look and tell me

what you see in them

tell me what you perceive

tell me my own story

story I don’t know myself

for I can’t look

in my own eyes.