Eyes

by Utopia

Published September 10, 2014

E - Everyone

In Poetry

Their weak and hungry eyes had seen,
Over the rich and avaricious town:
Young, beautiful women as they came to confess their horrific sins,
The terror of ruthless scandals and the shock of wicked crimes,
As they begged at their posts, in the shadows of the church.
They had seen the doctor,
Seen his ignorance, his cruelty, his avarice,
Appetites, sins and his corpses as they rode into the church.
Then they saw,
The rips in a poor, desperate mother’s old, blue skirt, the tears in her shawl,
The green ribbon in her braids,
Her son’s aged blanket and the thousands of times she must have washed it,
The dangerous sting on the baby’s shoulder,
And knew he did not stand a chance.

Comments & reviews · 2
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Hassanfs
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Hassanfs wrote a review Review · Sep 11, 2014

Hi.

I did not really understand what this poem was about, but I really liked the vibe it possessed.
Your wording was very good and you have a different style going on here.
I'm sorry I'm being a bit vague over here, but I depend on my interpretations of the poem for a review. I'm a bit confused.
Perhaps tell me what this is about. Would love to know :)

Utopia replied · Sep 14, 2014

The poem is about beggars who beg in front of a church. From there, they see many people like the doctor, then they see a poor mother with an injured baby, the scorpion sting, and knows he does not stand a chance at surviving or getting help from the doctor.
Read it again, it helps.
Thanks for the review!

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NewOldPoet wrote a review Review · Sep 10, 2014

Love this very interesting narrative,

I will love the ending more elaborated with a moral lesson and also to revisit the main theme of the story: "EYES"

Will their eyes lie to their hart?
Will their mind cover-up the truth?

Hope my review is some how useful to you.

Keep up the good work!

Love always,

NewOldPoet



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