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Those Eyes

Those Eyes  The eyes in the picture smoldered in more dimensions  than the photograph’s possibility, beckoning like portals to another story that danced on the other side of the visible world.   She didn’t grant many people the opportunity to jump through her mysteries preferring to keep her oceans obscure, offering only flash glances, enticing them to want to know what lived beyond, to understand why she chose  to not put mascara on her bottom lashes that day.

Today is my 2 year anniversary of this ol’ blog. It’s strange to go back and look and some of the old posts and remember where I was emotionally when I wrote those poems. Sometimes I’m in awe that I even wrote them. Actually, I was going through a tough time when I started She’s in Prison. My struggle was the catalyst of finding an outlet. I fear looking into that past and remembering that dark place. But, I guess that dark place inspired something pretty great. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished on here and I thank all of you so much for sticking with me through it all.

–Leanne Rebecca

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10 thoughts on “Those Eyes

  1. There are times when there is no need for words and words shouldn’t be sought to be said. Instead, the beauty of the moment should be simply savored in silence, absorbed and united with the heart.

    After sitting her for over 10 minutes, staring into the eyes of the photograph and reading the words of your poem over and over again, I can’t help but say something.

    Thank you for the flash glances into your beautiful eyes that you have given us. Though seemingly only glances, you have allowed us to see and feel the true beauty that is within you.

  2. As Keats once said (paraphrased) – to experience the highs, you have to experience the lows. Most artists who paint pictures with words need to reach the depths to extract the sensitive and the beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

    1. Thank you. I like to think there’s a reason that some of us turn to writing. It’s because we feel more deeply and have the courage to share those feelings with the world. Our pain is not our own at a certain point. It belongs to all.

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