08-31-2016, 06:26 AM
The face's dual spark
Keeps a swift lark.
That flits between us:
To scratch an itch, This line about the itch seems a little confusing. What is the itch? What is it about staring into someone's eyes that brings a sense of relief?
To give feelings to affirm Is this the scratch, and is the itch the need to feel affirmed?
and break our prison walls. The prison walls reference seems a little vague.
A pupil's dark middle,
Shines a light and a warmth,
And the invisible discourse
Promises a common source.
If we stare into a stare
Or glare into it,
We'll all be laid bare
By the split-second intimate. The flow seems a little off on this part and choppy.
Yes eyes swear.
I swear it.
When I look into your eyes
I feel the lark alight.
This poem immediately reminds me of that moment one makes eye contact with a stranger. In that moment you come face to face with another conscious piece of flesh and blood. It invokes how surreal it can feel to look into someone's eyes and how it makes one feel vulnerable.
Keeps a swift lark.
That flits between us:
To scratch an itch, This line about the itch seems a little confusing. What is the itch? What is it about staring into someone's eyes that brings a sense of relief?
To give feelings to affirm Is this the scratch, and is the itch the need to feel affirmed?
and break our prison walls. The prison walls reference seems a little vague.
A pupil's dark middle,
Shines a light and a warmth,
And the invisible discourse
Promises a common source.
If we stare into a stare
Or glare into it,
We'll all be laid bare
By the split-second intimate. The flow seems a little off on this part and choppy.
Yes eyes swear.
I swear it.
When I look into your eyes
I feel the lark alight.
This poem immediately reminds me of that moment one makes eye contact with a stranger. In that moment you come face to face with another conscious piece of flesh and blood. It invokes how surreal it can feel to look into someone's eyes and how it makes one feel vulnerable.